Set Fire to the Stars

Gorgeous, evocative and well performed.

At least it doesn't make the biopic mistake of attempting to check off every moment of a man's life over the course of a few hours' worth of running time.

Its appreciation of Thomas’ work remains superficial, while the polished filmmaking never quite finds its own poetry.

It’s a nice enough, pleasant enough film with a couple solid performances. But when you’re making a movie about a man as unique, profound, and complex as Dylan Thomas, and you have nothing to say about him, you don’t have much of a movie.

A harrowing but tedious chronicle of Welsh poet Dylan Thomas’ time in America in the 1950s.

High art swings sort of low in this watchable but thematically repetitive drama.

An exercise in tasteful pointlessness, shot in flat black and white and scored (by Gruff Rhys, of all people) with tinkling piano and sawing strings that evoke nothing so much as an aura of cut-rate class.