The new biopic about Richard Burton has finally hit theaters, and it's a film that promises to reveal all the secrets behind its subject's life - or so we're told. What it actually delivers is a shallow attempt to present the actor as some kind of tortured soul, with his 'dramatic past' only made up of one thing: an insatiable passion for sex and drinking.
Let's set the record straight from the start - Burton was never anything more than your run-of-the-mill Welsh hunk who found himself catapulted into stardom after landing a part in a Hollywood film. The biopic Richard Burton: Wild Genius doesn't mess around when it comes to rewriting history, glossing over his humble beginnings as a mining town boy born to an uneducated family.
Burton's rise to fame was facilitated by a series of convenient breaks and good fortune - it's not exactly rocket science. He won a scholarship to Oxford, made some connections with theatre producers, and voila! Overnight sensation. His marriage to actress Sybil Williams lasted nine years before he met Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Cleopatra.
Here we are again, indulging in euphemisms for Burton's infamous exploits - his 'incredible masculine grandeur', 'epitome of masculinity' nonsense that was bandied about by the press at the time. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what this really means: he was a middle-aged man who loved sex and booze, but not in a good way.
Burton's marriage to Taylor was marked by excessive drinking and infidelity on both sides, culminating in a messy divorce that ended with Burton taking the brunt of the blame. The Vatican stepped in, claiming the couple's public displays of affection were 'erotic vagrancy' - talk about a shallow moral stance.
The biopic is hardly critical of its subject, instead opting for a celebratory tone that glosses over the darker aspects of his life. We're told to believe that Burton was a victim of circumstance, brought down by the very success he sought. But what we really get is a shallow portrayal of an actor who found himself catapulted into stardom - an actor whose talent was only partly captured on screen.
The film ends with some half-hearted analysis questioning whether Burton 'wasted' his talent due to Hollywood's influence, but it's too little, too late. By now the damage has been done, and we're left to ponder whether Burton really did waste his life chasing excesses that would have ultimately led to his downfall.
One thing is clear - the idea of the tortured artist as a wild genius is no longer tenable in today's world. It was always a shallow construct designed to make actors look more interesting than they actually were. Richard Burton: Wild Genius fails to interrogate its subject's life, instead opting for the same tired tropes that have been used to describe him before - but without any real depth or substance.
Let's set the record straight from the start - Burton was never anything more than your run-of-the-mill Welsh hunk who found himself catapulted into stardom after landing a part in a Hollywood film. The biopic Richard Burton: Wild Genius doesn't mess around when it comes to rewriting history, glossing over his humble beginnings as a mining town boy born to an uneducated family.
Burton's rise to fame was facilitated by a series of convenient breaks and good fortune - it's not exactly rocket science. He won a scholarship to Oxford, made some connections with theatre producers, and voila! Overnight sensation. His marriage to actress Sybil Williams lasted nine years before he met Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Cleopatra.
Here we are again, indulging in euphemisms for Burton's infamous exploits - his 'incredible masculine grandeur', 'epitome of masculinity' nonsense that was bandied about by the press at the time. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what this really means: he was a middle-aged man who loved sex and booze, but not in a good way.
Burton's marriage to Taylor was marked by excessive drinking and infidelity on both sides, culminating in a messy divorce that ended with Burton taking the brunt of the blame. The Vatican stepped in, claiming the couple's public displays of affection were 'erotic vagrancy' - talk about a shallow moral stance.
The biopic is hardly critical of its subject, instead opting for a celebratory tone that glosses over the darker aspects of his life. We're told to believe that Burton was a victim of circumstance, brought down by the very success he sought. But what we really get is a shallow portrayal of an actor who found himself catapulted into stardom - an actor whose talent was only partly captured on screen.
The film ends with some half-hearted analysis questioning whether Burton 'wasted' his talent due to Hollywood's influence, but it's too little, too late. By now the damage has been done, and we're left to ponder whether Burton really did waste his life chasing excesses that would have ultimately led to his downfall.
One thing is clear - the idea of the tortured artist as a wild genius is no longer tenable in today's world. It was always a shallow construct designed to make actors look more interesting than they actually were. Richard Burton: Wild Genius fails to interrogate its subject's life, instead opting for the same tired tropes that have been used to describe him before - but without any real depth or substance.