No, I'm not talking about
the awful inevitability of the «Alzheimer's Pictures»: those pallid rehashes of de Kooning's glory phase (see photo above) orchestrated by his dealer Xavier Fourcade, his estranged wife Elaine de Kooning and myriad assistants — by everyone, in fact, but the artist himself.
Shot with wonderful attention to detail, from the hands of the watch to the weight of a wrench, Glory is atmospheric and well acted and an
awful sense of horrible
inevitability leads to a surprising ending.