The Picture of Dorian Gray

It's the 1945 movie ~ The Picture of Dorian Gray.

But first it was a book by Oscar Wilde. A novel about a man who never aged on the outside because his portrait did instead.

Dorian Gray has a name that aptly fits him. There is no color to his personality, no zing; the beauty of Dorian is on the outside only. He is essentially the flat canvas and lives his life devoid of feelings and develops no dimensions to his character. He becomes a true hedonist. He becomes seduced by the dark side! He is Darth Gray-der!

Everything rolls off him as if he is covered with a coat of shellac, as if he is the painting. Nothing penetrates him. His soul is trapped in the painting, and it is this work of art that begins to show the inner part of him that is ugly and tainted.

At first he finds this fact of his beauty never fading just fascinating. He enjoys the attentions this brings.

But with no feelings in the heart, he becomes like an empty space, and Dorian becomes addicted to more and more sinful ways, perhaps in a effort to feel something leaving one to think perhaps falling in love with ones own beauty is ones doom. Doeth one not see the possibility of this?

Perhaps, through the attention Dorian receives for his looks, he thinks he will restore to himself the feelings of abandonment from the loss of his parents early in his life.

What needed to come from within, Dorian was looking for without.