"House of Gucci"
In the 1970s, Patrizia Reggiani (Lady Gaga) meets the young heir to the Gucci Family, Maurizio (Adam Driver) at a party. Through their whirlwind romance, she becomes entwined in the fate of the family fashion designer, and pushes her future husband to do the same. This entangles her with Maurizio's father Rodolfo (Jeremy Irons), uncle Aldo (Al Pacino) and cousin Paolo (Jared Leto, whom I am told is an actor) through a journey of greed and excess...
Errrrrrr...
Okay, so Lady Gaga is fantastic and, when you get over his accent, so is Driver. The opening thirty or so minutes, of their romance and meeting, is genuinely good. And throughout, whenever they are on screen they are fantastic.
Unfortunately the movie suffers from some ATROCIOUS editing (my favourite is Jeremy Irons saying "The Family needs more women!" and then IMMEDIATELY cutting to his corpse in a coffin, top tier stuff, though I also appreciate the constant cutting to Jack Huston smoking a cigarette and looking shifty) and a dreadful second act, not helped by the ghoulish, garish, ridiculous gurning terrible performance of one Jaredfored Letoford. Every so often I'll be getting into the film, with some nice cinematography (great use of green in a later scene after Patrizia's psychic tells her to wear more of it to "cleanse") and camera work, then BAM: terrible edit or Jared Leto sounding like Captain Alberto Fucking Bertorelli from "Allo Allo". Sometimes both!
It fluctuates between camp and seriousness with frightening pace, and it is clear that there was an awful lot of script cut, especially from the middle act.
However, on the whole? I actually kind of recommend it.
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