There is stuff being said here, but everything is overstated.
All a good excuse for Greenaway to indulge his strengths (painterly tableaux and theological art-history) and weaknesses (boobs and willies), and all a long way from his ’80s heyday.
Greenaway's utter uniqueness as a film-maker is unarguable.
It's just a pity that the film droops markedly as it goes on.
Essential viewing for Greenaway admirers but others know to steer clear.
It's typical Greenaway – overly long, peacockingly erudite, eye-catchingly grotesque, perpetually mischievous, and gleefully up itself.
General release. Check local listings for show times.