Pasolini

Just as he did with 2018's At Eternity's Gate, in which he embodied the artist Vincent van Gogh, [Willem] Dafoe brilliantly captures the essence and a more-than-reasonable resemblance to the real figures.

It may be only one man's version of what many have speculated about... but in its clear-eyed grittiness, it's also a tribute from a filmmaker for whom the night's temptations were ripe and its dangers legion.

Ferrara... straining toward the sublime, stumbles into vulgarity.

Reluctantly takes its place in a cinema of admonition that turns human lives lived against oppressive opposition into simplistic warnings against having sex on the beach. The man deserves better.

Ferrara's Pasolini is sincere, even scholarly; as a film, it feels too stilted and reverent to capture much of that sense of danger.

One of the most intuitive and mysterious movie biographies made in a while.

Pasolini turns out to be a rich yet forgettable chapter in Ferrara’s filmography.

Ferrara’s jumbling of languages in Pasolini offered a way forward, reaching towards a medium in which modes of communication become equivalent...

A frustrating disappointment ... sluggish and slow, as if Ferrara either dreads having to find his way to Ostia Beach-where Pasolini was murdered-or finds pleasure in the foreplay.

While its nonchalant style won't be for everyone, its understated ambition still is worthy of admiration along with Willem Dafoe's terrific performance.