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Art world thriller starring Donald Sutherland and Mick Jagger is an underwhelming affair
LYING is easy when you tell the truth. That teasing line, spoken by one of the morally ambiguous characters in director Giuseppe Capotondi’s art world thriller, illustrates the silent tug of war between perception and reality at the heart of every human interaction.
We accept information on face value and attribute worth based on the opinion of so-called experts rather than trusting our own judgment.
The nonsensical title, shared by an unseen painting in the film, is intended to provoke hollow debate.
“The critics, those ravenous dogs, can chew on it, searching for meaning,” explains the artist, played with avuncular glee by Donald Sutherland.
The meaning of Scott Smith’s script, adapted from the 1971 novel by Charles Willeford, takes THE BURNT ORANGE HERESY (15) ★★★ ★★ almost an hour to come into focus and the rewards for our patience aren’t particularly bountiful.
Claes Bang and Elizabeth Debicki catalyse gently simmering chemistry as fledgling lovers blinded by first impressions opposite an impish
Mick Jagger as a connoisseur of beauty, who chews with delight on the film’s meaty one-liners.
“Art can be such a harsh mistress, can’t she?” he smirks.
Roguish art critic James Figueras (Bang) gallivants around Europe, armed with a well-rehearsed lecture on the power of persuasion.
To illustrate his point, he invents a fake history for one of his own clumsily composed paintings and convinces small audiences of enraptured American tourists that his handiwork is a masterpiece crafted by a little-known artist in a Nazi concentration camp. Following one lecture in Milan, James beds pretty American attendee Berenice Hollis (Debicki) and invites her to accompany him to the sprawling Lake Como estate of art collector Joseph Cassidy ( Jagger).
The charismatic host wastes little time offering James a private audience with one of
America’s greatest living painters, who happens to reside in a guesthouse.
“Think what a splash it would make – the first critic in more than 50 years to interview Jerome Debney!” tantalises Cassidy.
In exchange for this careerrevitalising opportunity, Cassidy insists James must procure him a priceless new work signed by Debney (Donald Sutherland).
The Burnt Orange Heresy is a slow-burning game of cat and mouse, which some audiences might playfully equate to watching paint dry.
Capotondi maintains a pedestrian pace that makes the 98-minute running time feel considerably longer.
A hastily contrived finale, dressed stylishly as a noir thriller, underwhelms despite the sweat-drenched desperation portrayed on screen.