Oh dear...
Saw it this evening...
It played to a full house closing the London Lesbian and Gay Film festival - there was certainly no lack of audience goodwill ... until we saw the film ... some of the "epigrams" overheard at the end would have made Wilde blush.
Had a glance around this board, and I have to say people's main misgiving that Dorian is miscast, is actually not the problem - the film's focus is youth so he fits the part quite well.
The problem is there's something so intrinsically wrong with the whole film that every little part of it is spoiled: the acting is unwatchable; the script is leaden and dull. The adaptation neither gets to the heart of the novel nor uses it successfully as a device to illustrate another theme. The 'artistic' elements (basically a few words from Wilde's text in a large font every now and again, plus a lights-going-on-and-off motif) are just distracting. The soundtrack is embarrassing (get this: it ends with Je Ne Regrette Rien - not ironically!!!) Even the makeup is laughable! I suppose I can begrudgingly let the photographer off the hook ... his mistake was getting involved with this turkey!
I think the ultimate responsibility for these problems lies in the director's own vanity. There's a film in his attic that's interesting daring and original. But the film we saw has no soul.