I approached this one with trepidation. The biopics of poets more often than not sink in self-satisfied navel gazing.

Not this one.

Every scene somehow rings true. Rhys Ifans is a revelation as Thomas.

Ideal late night whiskey movie.

I've seen this film several times now and it touches me more deeply every time. The 'language' of this film is deep and impressive. Sometimes a film just comes together. The right cast, the right crew, the right music, the right filmmaker. Do yourself a favor and watch it more than once for maximum impact.

The point of this film to me was to show an alcoholic at his worst . Leaving Las Vegas was much better at doing this .

Dylan Thomas per this movie was a mean drunk arrogant and a raging self distructive alcoholic.

Apparently he wrote some nice words people liked to listen to him read off .

I don't see him being a genius more than just having talent .

The Carlos character I suppose was his ideal self who was the voice in his head the superego .

Anyhow nicely filmed acting is great but this movie is too dark and boring to give it any entertainment points or points for story/writing .

These so called tortured souls no longer apealing in the age of marathons runners , big tech , and the current age we live in .

Depresssing bore .