No doubt Oscar Wilde would have approved of director Duncan Roy relocating the setting of his Victorian-era Faustian exploration of youth, vanity, lust, and power to modern-day New York City. His superficial social-climbing stud — who now employs a multiscreen art installation, rather than a portrait, to prevent his beauty from fading — is very much at home practicing his scandalous ways in the city that never sleeps. Nor would Wilde have begrudged Roy the freedom to explicitly explore the homoerotic themes and ideals that he could only hint at in his book. Otherwise this remains pretty much your... More >>>