A waiter pursues him through the smashed window, brandishing a meat cleaver.
Seeing the knife, the gendarmes arrest him; Modi is home free.
Of course, theyre just the little people.
Riccardo Scarmarcio in ‘Modi – Three Days On The Wing Of Madness'© Modi Productions Ltd
Life as an impoverished artist wasnt really an endless romp, either.
On the wing of madness, indeed.
Its a romantic idea of the artistic life, a teenage dream of extremes but hey, heres Johnny.
It has some beautifully assembled rough-and-tumble set pieces (including the stained-glass explosion).
He does this with the twitch of an eyebrow or a lowered gaze: tiny, perfect gestures.
What it is to see a maestro at work.
The point is well labored.
Thats fine; its the themes that count.
The chief theme, of course, is art itself, which wafts into pretension all too easily.
The film itself is dedicated to rock-and-roll hellraiserJeff Beck.
His version of Modigliani is mad in that way, for sure.
There is an attraction to that, but, like most drunks, he does try our patience.
