Film 46 of The December Project
Biopics are a terribly underrated genre. But Basquiat won't be an example if I want to argue that.
Okay, I pretty much only watched this because of David Bowie (playing Andy Warhol). And I'm a philistine about messy, unpretty abstract art; I don't even like Picasso, and I like the Stuckists, not for their angry manifesto, but just because I like the way their paintings look.
When this film was released I thought I should see it to learn about Basquiat himself. And he still sounded potentially interesting today. But it wasn't a very good way to learn: in a 1h 45m film - which sometimes feels nearer three hours - I got much…