Welcome to the world of affluence porn.
So... HOUSE OF GUCCI, which shall hereafter be referred to as HOUSE OF GOOCH. (If you don't know the meaning of the slang term "gooch," look it up. It is wholly appropriate in this case.)
Based
on the story of the fall of the legendary Gucci fashion dyanasty, the
film is an overlong example of what can only be called "affluence
porn," with a genuinely good performance by Lady Gaga serving to anchor
an otherwise super-episodic cornucopia of awful dialogue, cartoonishly
bad accents, and a soundtrack of ready-made classic pop hits to accent
the proceedings. It veers wildly between borderline-surrealist camp —
its unintentionally hilarious sex scene between Lady Gaga and Adam
Driver being a standout — and an ultra-grim drama of inter-familial
power plays, betrayals, and eventually murder.
It's
really bad and definitely worth catching when it hits cable, but be
ready for some of its more "out there" elements, with Jared Leto
stealing the film as talentless would-be design maven Paulo Gucci. His
is a performance that has to be seen to be believed, complete with
"It's-a me, Mario!" accent that bears zero resemblance to that wielded
by any real Italian person. Seriously, it's downright embarrassing.
Final
verdict: HOUSE OF GOOCH may scratch your itch for affluence porn and
intra-familial intrigue, but a good movie it ain't, and it's really
pushing the audience's patience with a running time of two hours and
thirty-eight minutes.
Jared Leto as Paolo Gucci: guaranteed to take home a Razzie at this year's awards ceremony.
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