In every generation, there comes along a person so scandalous, so rebellious, so willing to break taboos that they topple the world's ideas of what being a free spirit truly means. In the 17th century that person was John Wilmot, Aka the 2nd Earl of Rochester -the wily and talented rogue who lived his short, wild life like a Restoration rock star and become known all at once as a troublemaker, a genius and one of history's most irrepressible believers in liberty. Now, in Laurence Dunmore's The Libertine, Johnny Depp brings forth the sexy, irreverent and ultimately moving adventures of a man who broke all the rules at a time when the rules of modern society were first being written. With a gritty and raw realism, the film brings to life the swinging times of 60s London - 1660's London, that is.
Ghastly, ludicrous, costumed rubbish that even the superb Samantha Morton couldn't rescue and that Johnny Depp and John Malkovich should have known not to touch. Poorly written and silly plot (if it could be called that) a total waste of time. Even Peter Greenaway could have done better.