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Spanien, 1792. Inés, die junge Muse des Hofmalers Francisco Goya, wird von der Inquisition der Ketzerei beschuldigt. Dank Goyas Einfluss wendet der Inquisitor Lorenzo die Todesstrafe ab, doch Lorenzo fällt selbst in Ungnade und flieht nach Frankreich. 16 Jahre später kehrt er zurück. Als fanatischer Verfechter der Revolutions-Ideale klagt er nun die alte spanische Ordnung an und öffnet die Kerker, wodurch auch Inés endlich das Licht der Freiheit wieder erblickt. So kommt es zum schicksalhaften Wiedersehen zwischen Goya, Lorenzo und Inés. (ARD)
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Großer Fehltritt des Meisters. Ein breiiges sowie durchkalkuliertes Szenario, dem eine edlen intellektuelle Konstruktion aus den Schuhen wie der Stroh beim hinterletzten Hillbilly durchschimmert, vollends seelenlose Charaktere (lediglich schwache Reflexionen von Formans früherer Brillanz in einer kleinen Charakterzeichnung), die Regiekonzeption ist quasi verwittert bis hin zu miefig (insbesondere die Massenszenen, welche an eine billige Fernsehproduktion erinnern). Goyas Geister ist hier ein Streifen in etwa im Sinne eines Product Placement - der Name sieht gut aus, jedoch von einer spekulativen Psychologie des Genies können wir nur träumen. Dies mag zwar einfach sein, dafür ist sie jedoch lebhaft (Amadeus!). Das Ausschlachten von Emotionen mit Natalie Portmans weiberartigen Maske und Javier Bardems satanischem Stirnrunzeln ist eines größten Regisseure der letzten Jahrzehnte nicht würdig. Wirklich nicht, Formans erster großer Fehler.
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I don't question the message and the strong idea Forman was trying to get across. I will make an odd analogy: while a film such an Amadeus is like a roasted turkey with delicate stuffing, crispy fried potatoes and a hearty vegetable garnish, accompanied a Sauvignon Blanc vintage 2004, Goya's Ghosts evokes a toast with garlic and a glass of sparkling mineral water. Nothing wrong with that, it will fill you up, but with a different end result for your taste buds :)
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As a TV production - okay, but as a full-blooded work by one of the best directors in the world? The sad, mediocre result stems from the miserable visuals, actors with almost nothing to act and primarily the dumb screenplay. This is made up of two absolutely disconnected parts, neither of which holds any water. The topic itself isn’t bad and the painter Goya, the Spanish Inquisition and the Napoleonic era certainly all have potential, but are absolutely unexploited. In the end, the movie contained something of all of the above, but together the result is nothing. Maybe Forman found himself forced to do a lot of cutting, but in that case the better half of the movie ended up on the cutting room floor. Let’s hope that they’ll release a director’s cut sometime. Overall it lacks energy (apart from two or three scenes) and staying power. The character of Goya is absolutely superfluous for the movie and so the only over-average element here is the soundtrack by Varhan Bauer. So the most powerful part of Goya’s Ghosts are the ending credits, when the camera gives us close-ups of details of Goya’s canvases and the orchestra starts to play full on.
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Forget about the nobility of Valmont or the grandeur of Amadeus; this time the viewer can't stop gaping at how harsh things actually looked back then. Even to me, Goya's Ghosts as a whole looks so depressing that I dare to say that I never want to see it again, because I probably wouldn't be able to endure watching Natalie Portman on the torture rack for a second time. And I say this despite the fact that for me, this film is undeniably high-quality, with excellent actors, a great script, and impressive music, and those two hours flew by without me even blinking. The only criticism, in the end, still falls to Miloš Forman and concerns the final scene. This "song of death" is everything imaginable, except for impressive and chilling – which is a terrible shame compared to the action that preceded it.
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Against the backdrop of the shadowy side of modern Spanish history, Forman once again delivers his spectacular play. It is stunning with its sets, costumes, and, last but not least, an amazing atmosphere that breathes life into Goya's cruelly pessimistic paintings, worth experiencing for 120 minutes. The acting trio works perfectly with the director in their brilliantly acted parts. Stellan Skarsgård IS a Goya, Natalie is great like never before (and it's not just about getting naked here, as subliminal marketing everywhere proclaims), and Javier Bardem's mesmerizing demon literally destroys the screen with his performance. Forman is back in full force after seven years, once again mixing his genres properly, resulting in a stylish spectacle that may not grab you immediately, but resonates all the more when the credits roll.
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