Powerful

This story has more twists and turns than a second-rate soap opera.

The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

"Savage Messiah" 1972, remains an interesting conundrum in Ken Russell's maniacal retelling of the lives of tortured artists. Russell tackled some big names during his heyday in the 1970s: Tchaikovsky, Mahler,Liszt. The flamboyant director switched gears from musical geniuses to observe a second-tier sculptor, one Henri Gaudier- Brzeska. Only Ken Russell would have resurrected this forgotten artist and put his brief life story on the screen. The results of the director's mania for depicting artists as driven wretched humans who live outside the norm failed at last. "Savage Messiah" is a hot mess. Russell's famous visual styling is lukewarm at best here, only in a few scenes do we see the explosions of color and texture Russell is famous for. The Vortex nightclub and the dinner at Angus Corky's are pure Russell, which is to say, that people are monstrous and behave monstrously when given the chance. The rest of this movie is a shrill, incoherent assemblage of scenes documenting Gaudier's bizarre affair with Sophie Brzeksa, a woman old enough to be his mother. He's a randy 19 year old artistic demon and she's a failed writer who hates sex. They meet, instantly bond for some weird "artistic" reason, argue non-stop about art and culture, finally taking each other's last name in a strange sort of marriage and the rest is history. Watching this is a pretty exhausting affair. The now-forgotten actor Scott Antony wears out his welcome pretty quickly by portraying Gaudier as a screaming out-of-control artist who shouts platitudes about art incessantly. That is, when he's not physically jumping over anything in his path and dribbling food/drink all over himself in a metaphorical visual about devouring everything in order to create. One wonders if Antony decided to play Gaudier as a borderline sociopath or if Russell urged him to go full throttle. One suspects the latter, as subtlety was never Russell's strong point. We get it, Ken. Artists are passionate. Russell shovels the Bohemian lifestyle on the viewer with a bulldozer.So, by the end of this tale of art and the makers of, we learn that Gaudier-Brzeska dies at the tender age of 23 in WW1. His work is showcased at the film's finale and the viewer wanders off to get aspirins. Not much sticks in the viewer's memory with the exception of an astonishing nude scene by none other than Dame Helen Mirren. This must be seen to be believed and seems to be the most remembered thing about this film. Set design by the brilliant infant terrible of the 70s UK art scene, Derek Jarman. He designed the sets for "The Devils" which are unforgettable. Jarman echoes those sets here. Costumes by the equally brilliant Shirley Russell.Not a complete failure, but very close for Russell. There's a reason this has been a forgotten film, but worth a look if you need to complete your Russell library. By the way, if watching look for the scene in the Louvre in which Gaudier decides to perch on the enormous Easter Island head while raving about primitives. The head is obviously made of paper-mache and it wobbles underneath the actor.

Even die-hard fans of Ken Russell's florid style will have a hard time with this one. "Savage Messiah" came at the height of Russell's most creative and prolific period, making it all the more disappointing. The dialog is nothing but non-stop posturing, pontificating and proselytizing. The endless platitudes are as noisy and relentless as the steady din of the artist's subterranean lair. Missing too, are the visual flights of fancy that add color and texture to Russell's films. Only a slight hint of excitement appears in the gaudy Vortex sequences and in Helen Mirren's extended nude scene. Shirley Russell's dependably sharp eye for costume is limited here to drab and dull. Performances are so overstated that the characters never truly come to life, rather, they remain caricatures of non-conformist, artistic types. The film lacks the opposing subtle undercurrent present in Russell's more excessive exercises. Henri Gaudier Brzeska's life story is ripe for a Russell interpretation, but it's oddly mishandled here.

Savage Messiah is perhaps the least famous of Ken Russell's biopics from the early-to-mid 70s. He made films about Tchaikovsky (The Music Lovers), Lizst (Lizstomania), and Mahler (Mahler) during this period, and in this offering his subject is the French sculptor Henri Gaudier-Brzeska. Gaudier-Brzeska, though not a household name, is certainly an interesting character and this film is a worthwhile experience for anyone who wants to find out more about him, or anyone who has an interest in his career.It is, however, typically erratic and in-your-face, as most of Russell's pictures are. There's sex and nudity, lots of bitter and angry dialogue, and heaps of soul searching. In real life, Gaudier-Brzeska married a Polish noblewoman twenty years his senior and was tragically killed during WW1. Russell revels in exploring the complexity of their relationship, but he makes little of Gaudier-Brzeska's wartime experiences (which in actual fact might have been well worth showing in more detail).I like this film because it is fast-paced, unconventional and witty. Having said that, I wouldn't put it in my list of all time favourites because it lacks warmth and narrative clarity. It's not as intense as Russell's The Devils, but it stands alongside that film of one of his better motion pictures.

Among the best of Ken Russell's films, this work probes, again, the nature of artistic genius, the mores of artists during the last 150 years and, especially, the proximity of this form of genius to psycho-pathology. During this period-- 1968 to 1975-- the period of Russell's greatest popularity, infamy and exposure coincided with a formative period of my life. He was ' a god of my adolescence.' This is a powerful and important film, based on Ede's book. If you have the opportunity to go to England, visit Ede's house, now a museum, in Cambridge city. The Kettle's Yard.