You don't quite watch "Mr. Turner" so much as you live the bloody thing. It's a languid flick, akin to staring at a painting so long you lose yourself within it. Not quite narrative-driven so much as it presents various excerpts from the life of the man. His relations with women, his father and the painterly circles of 19th century England. Rich and at times quite funny. But yeah, languid. Probably too languid for most.
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