The Burnt Orange Heresy

It's lively talk, with attractive performances, but you can't help wondering when the thriller end of the bargain is meant to kick in.

Bang is weirdly listless, and the early spark of passion between him and Debicki gets lost in a muddle of pretentious chatter that lacks the bite to sell itself as consciously self-satirising

You know that your movie is in trouble when an elfin Mick Jagger pops up as a powerful art dealer and promptly steals the show.

It's an entertaining and eventful melodrama with some thoughts on art that might put you in mind of Yasmina Reza's stage-play named after the subject.

It's well put together, fun performances, and could maybe stand the scrutiny of a rewatch.

The movie keeps threatening a good time only to leave you exhausted long before the end.

The Burnt Orange Heresy is a dull, briefly brutal, and uneven adaptation of a Willeford novel.

There's real tension from the first scene and the chemistry between the two leads is terrific.

A dull ponderance of the art world that is as pretentious as the art world it seeks to deconstruct.

Doesn't lack in plot, themes or attempts to ape Patricia Highsmith's best tales, but its twists prove as routine as its insights into authenticity and forgery on multiple levels.