The Storms of Jeremy Thomas

The Storms of Jeremy Thomas portrays Thomas as good company and an erudite cinema buff. As for what he does for a living, that hardly seems worth discussing.

Considering that no one else is likely to make a feature-length portrait of Thomas, it is regretful that this one doesn’t feel more definitive.

One of Cousins' best and most entrancing films.

You may come away from “The Storms of Jeremy Thomas” thinking of him as a fascinating man, but perhaps not as the cinematic prince that Cousins insists on crowning him.

As portraits go, while this is expertly framed, filled with captivating brushwork, ultimately its subject is giving little away.

“The Storms of Jeremy Thomas” provides a colorful and entertaining canvas for some beautiful and beautifully set-up movie clips — you want to rush out and watch all of them again.

Amid a panoply of, well, dazzling clips from the work of his filmmakers, Thomas offers brief, if pointed lessons about survival that may be as bracing as the ones about creativity.

He was born into cinema privilege. But he has impeccable taste and has worked devilishly.

In the end, the work becomes a road movie, much like those Thomas tends to admire so much. And it’s never a bad thing to be reminded of so many worthy achievements in cinema, most of which are well worth revisiting with fresh eyes.

OK, I expected different things from this movie. But I definitely did not expect to walk away feeling quite so embarrassed at the opportunity wasted, and the oblivious vanity displayed.