I procrastinate a lot. But I recently got around to watching this 1956 film version of the life and work of Vincent Van Gogh. I have long been a keen 'fan' of Van Gogh's paintings but the ever growing myth about the man and his madness has long put me off watching this film. But I decided I needed to see what I was missing, and I'm glad I did. I learned nothing new ( besides how infuriating it can be to navigate some of the menu options ), but it is a good film in that it does indeed portray the popular view of the tormented and mad genius and the characters he came into contact with. His brother of course is perhaps the real hero and maybe one day a book or film might be done more from that angle, after all there are more close friends and relatives who suffer than we like to imagine when 'good art' is at stake. But here we have a very watchable film of the man and all the myth and characature that goes with it, seen from the nineteen-fifties. To be honest, the film has aged well as much of the myth still lurks in 2010. Vincent's letters ( which I saw in Amsterdam last year ) are a testimony to the dedication and sanity of this visionary artist. But we like our artists to be a little mad. And preferably dead too. For us, Vincent provides a feast. The film is not the real man. Not the real Vincent. But its a nice introduction and captures vividly the man as portrayed most commonly. I want to NOT like the film but I cannot help but recommend it, if only as a way to introduce you to the art and one view of the man who deserves to be remembered, and loved still. Yes, its taken me fifty-four years to get around to watching this film. But I have been quite busy.