Brian W. Cook
The first time we see Conway impersonate Kubrick to get someone to buy him a drink, itís slightly funny. John Malkovich is a consummate actor and his impersonation of an impersonation of the seminal directorócomplete with far-fetched American accent and gay pirate outfitóis so ridiculous, itís hard not to laugh when somebody actually falls for it. But then it happens again. And again. Until you realize the entire movie is just him conning random people with a quick five minutes of exposition and wrap-up at the end. Thereís no real plot or development, no insight in to who the real Conway is or why he pretended to be Kubrick. The character is just a huge, unlikable d-bag for 86 minutes.
You may have heard that COLOR ME KUBRICK was written and directed by two of Kubrickís longtime colleagues (his personal assistant and Assistant Director), but any hopes you had for gaining insight in to the manís life should be immediately extinguished. Aside from some overtly obvious visual and musical homages to Kubrickís films, you could substitute any director in the title and it wouldnít change the movie, or the fact that it sucked, one bit.
Extra Tidbit: Apparently, the real Stanley Kubrick found the whole ordeal with Conway amusing. I wonder what he would think of COLOR ME KUBRICK if he was still alive. I like to imagine him setting somebody on fire.