A savage journey into the heart of the artist's dream to change the world by making his mark. Savage in part because of its subject: Ralph Steadman, the pen behind the twisted, spattered portraits that served to illustrate Hunter S. Thompson's immersive gonzo journalism. But the real bite comes from director Charlie Paul's handling of the material. The film follows Thompson devotee Johnny Depp on a visit to the radical artist's staid English estate, and while there are moments of revelation — mostly about technique — the tone is one of quiet despair. Paul is not above using a cash-machine sound effect over a scene of Steadman signing prints of his work and then following it with the artist's confession that prints sap his creativity. Our final juxtaposition: Steadman musing on his meaninglessness, followed by Depp's declaration that the visit has left him inspired. (2012) — Matthew Lickona
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