My main problem with this film and The Private Life of Henry VIII is that they are badly directed by Alexander Korda. Charles Laughton is great as usual and the movie is just too short. It's just not as good as other movies about painters like 1956's Lust For Life starring Kirk Douglas as Vincent Van Gogh. This movie stars out with Laughton dying on him and then 10 years later he's married again and now he's bankrupt. So, every time he paints he has to give to his debtors. Laughton tries to go back to his birthplace but they kick him out and tell him to live with his own kind. Laughton meets Elsa Lancaster and they fall in love and they find a way for him to keep his paintings. It's OK to watch once but that's about it.