The White Crow

The White Crow winds up falling short as a respectable but not-quite-inspired portrait of an extraordinary talent.

I am found myself fairly taken in with this just as a [straightforward], good, sensible drama.

The White Crow offers up all these elements of Nureyev - his past, his heat, his vulnerabilities - but all those parts are dancing around each other incongruously rather than as a well-choreographed ensemble piece.

The Nureyev story is a very good one, and Fiennes and Hare tell it well.

The film gives the impression that much of Fiennes' attention went into working with Ivenko on shaping the details of this portrait -- and it is psychologically convincing, whether or not it has much to do with the real man.

Fiennes' drab biopic of Russian ballet dancer Rudolf Nureyev drains the color from his life, and comes across as cold as a Soviet winter.

…a movie about this potent subject only needs to be halfway good to be watchable, and the legend of Nureyev just about carries the film…

The styling is great, it has a very natural feel.

At its strongest, this is a Cold War cat-and-mouse thriller with bite. At its weakest, this is an overly-reverent biopic with an unpleasant protagonist.

The White Crow presents a fresh take on [Rudolf Nureyev's] formative years, before he became his legend, in a nuanced, informative and gripping film.