I certainly wasn’t bored by the 1936 film Rembrandt, by Alexander Korda, but I have to consider it kitsch. This is because Charles Laughton, as the great Dutch painter, draws every jot of attention to himself while the other actors are forced to be virtually nondescript. (A near-exception is Gertrude Lawrence.) And because there is too much just-so production design with bric-a-brac and windmills. It is, in fact, an unfortunate stylization. Stylization usually is at least somewhat unfortunate.
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