If it weren't for the fame of this band, why would anyone be interested in making a film about Ian Curtis? There was little about this film or the subject that had any life to it. Was that the point? To show how utterly dull and lifeless he was off the stage floor? How inward and unable he was to communicate much real feeling to any of his friends or family? I feel sorry for the people in London who have to shell out almost 10 quid to see something like this. And, there was little in Anton Corbijn's cinematography to inspire artistic ooh's and ah's. The jump from photographer to filmmaker is not necessarily a natural one. This is not my idea of an interesting film on any level.
Review of Control
