I seem to be the only one watching anything lately, but that's OK.
Klimt -- sort of a bio-pic dramatization of the last days (and through memories, a selection of events in the life) of the Austrian painter Gustav Klimt. This DVD was just released by Netflix, and I believe it's on Netflix's new in-house video label. Lena and I both have a weakness for films about painters (Frida, Pollock, the first third of New York Stories, Basquiat, for example) and Klimt may be Lena's favorite painter, so we really looked forward to this one. It starred John Malkovich as Klimt, and as the story began with Klimt on his death bed, much of the story is told in the form of semi-hallucinated and occasionally somewhat nonsensical remembrances. It's actually more coherent and comprehensible than that makes it sound, but it's important to point out that this is not a simple retelling of the events of the painter's life, but more like a reflection back on earlier events from a troubled and distorted later perspective. Of all the "life of an artist" films I've ever seen, this one spends the least time on the act of art-making. There is just one brief glimpse of Klimt putting brush to canvas, and more often Malkovich is lounging around in his studio with a handful of nude figure models. One wonders whether Klimt's primary motivation for being a painter was that it made for a good excuse to be surrounded by lots of young, nude female bodies. Also, Egon Schiele has a prominent spot in the film, as a young friend of Klimt's.
Overall I would give this film a high rating, and it's something I would watch again, though I feel a bit disappointed by the shortage of art-related content.