The director chose to tell about the life of the sculptor August Rodin from a different perspective. The film begins in the middle of the sculptor's life. After a difficult period, he acquired a positive reputation around his work, and the French government invites work inspired by Dante. director successfully reconstructs the complex relationship with his colleague, lover, and confidante - Camille Claudel. The film has all the ingredients for success - passion, love, and tension, so I do not agree with the low grade received by the film. In conclusion: I think the film met expectations, was true to the original, focused on the processes surrounding the artist's life.

The film "Rodin" was able to convey a multilayered picture of the life as it is; not always beautiful and smooth, but fragmented and rough. The closer the viewer got to the main characters the moe it was possible to feel their personal agonies. For me, the movie followed very closely the way Rodin presented his sculptures in all their fleshiness. Acting was mainly superb, but for me Lindon underplayed his role. Cinematography was absolutely beautiful and the music fit the overall ambience. I would have liked to have seen a bit more focus on Camille Claudel, portrayed bu Higelin, but of course she deserves her own movie. The ending was absolutely excellent.

"Rodin" presents moments in the sculptor's life as he struggles to complete his statue of Balzac, which was panned at the time but is now considered by some to represent the dawn of modern sculpture. Rodin's role in changing the art of sculpture is reflected by the impressionists with whom he socialises, including Cezanne and Monet, who were likewise challenging the conventions of painting. In the background, literally and figuratively, is the famous "Gates of Hell" sculptural group that the master is slowly assembling. In the foreground is his tempestuous relationship with student Camille Claudel, one of the many students/models he beds over the course of the film. Like his "Balzac" the film was panned on release (but likely not to be considered a game-changing masterpiece in the future) and although I seemed to have liked it more than most critics, it is undeniably slow-moving and disjointed. Unlike films such as "Lust for "Life" (1956), it does not follow the artist from beginning to end, so anyone without some knowledge of the sculptor will find themselves dropped into the story midpoint with insufficient 'exposition' to immerse themselves in the characters or situations. While a known womaniser, the emphasis on Rodin's flings with his frequently nude (and sometimes not very convincing) models gets in the way of what is interesting: the sculpting. On the plus side, the film is beautifully photographed and I thought that Vincent Lindon (Rodin) and Izïa Higelin (Camille) were very good (an opinion not shared by all).

I normally love this kind of historical bio-pic. The last 2-3 movies I have been to see of this genre (Naruda and Django were the other two). This one disappointed, especially as I remember seeing the superb Camille Claudelle more than twenty years ago. I wanted to get the other half of the story - but felt let down.Two great things about this movie: the use of sepia throughout really locates the movie in time, making it feel oldie worldie. The sets, most of which are inside the artist's studios give one a real feeling of the process of sculpting. The selection of limbs and heads lying around and give the movie a strangely surrealistic air. visually the studios provide a visual backdrop that is every bit as good as that in Parfum. Two things that let this movie down. 1. the lack of a coherent narrative or story line. Its about love found and lost but it moves along at a too-slow pace and scenes seem poorly connected to each other. Vincent Lindon's portrayal of Rodin is also disappointing he mostly seems to wander around his studio looking miserable and lost. I found it difficult to empathise or identify with him and wonder why during the course of the film so many women throw themselves at him. I nearly left after an hour and a half but made myself stick it out.