The last one I can actually remember was Control.
God, look... as much as I respected Curtis and everything he did, I can't shake the feeling that Anton Corbijn should've just stuck to music videos.
It starts out promising for maybe thirty minutes, but then the whole thing turns into a two-hour slog—probably because they based it on that Deborah Curtis book, which honestly? Total drag. The photography is brilliant, obviously, but that’s really the only reason to watch. It proves Corbijn belonged behind a camera lens for clips, not full features, and the casting was way off too.
If Deborah had actually looked at Ian as an artist instead of just seeing him through the lens of their relationship, this movie might've actually worked.
But as it stands... thumb down.