House of Gucci

House of Gucci review – Lady Gaga steers a steely path through the madness

Those expecting the Mommie Dearest-style camp-fest promised by the trailer will be disappointed; for better or worse, House of Gucci is a little too well behaved to become a cult classic. But Gaga deserves a gong for steering a steely path through the madness – for richer, not poorer; in kitschness and in wealth. Read full review…

House of Gucci Review

Perhaps more impressively, the designer’s impeccable suiting (made mostly bespoke by a NY-based tailor, with additional pieces by Ermenegildo Zegna) brings out the neatly combed Driver’s masculine elegance in a way no film ever has.

But these visuals are just a special-effects of sorts, elements that keep “House of Gucci” on its feet when the film trips on its overlong train elsewhere. You come to it for a sophisticated boutique experience, but what you walk out of feels awfully close to an overstuffed department store. Read full review…

House Of Gucci (2021) Movie Review – All style and no substance

As with Scott’s other ‘bad’ movies, House Of Gucci isn’t completely unwatchable – with this cast, how could it be? However, it falls into that cliché of being all style and no substance, with fewer scenes of high drama than you might expect, despite the bloated running time. As Ridley Scott is at the helm, the movie certainly looks the part. But this should have been good, campy fun, and not the tiresome family drama that it ultimately ends up being. Read full review…

House of Gucci review: Proof that tackiness can be art, and ostentation can be chic

House of Gucci does, indeed, harken back to the star-driven vehicles of a pre-franchise era, which is why the cast feel so entitled to their indulgences: Irons, at leisure, swallowed up in a pashmina; Salma Hayek, as Patrizia’s closest friend, planning a murder while neck-deep in a mud bath; Leto, clearly in heaven, as he schlepps around in his fat suit and a bald cap so tight you can see it pulling at his skin. He fancies himself the real star of the show. Luxuriating in the rolled “r”’s of his appropriated Mario voice, he delivers lines like “I can finally soar, like a pigeon”, and “Never confuse s*** with chocolate”. Is what he’s doing tacky? Yes. Is it exactly what House of Gucci needed? Absolutely. Read full review…

House Of Gucci Review

It’s hard to take House Of Gucci seriously, because it never seems to take itself seriously. Yet with such glee being had by those involved, it’s an infectious, bizarro bit of fun. Read full review…

House of Gucci Review – Even Gaga can’t save the Guccis from themselves

House of Gucci starts with such promise as Adam Driver, Lady Gaga, and Al Pacino give performances that bring out the emotional complexity of the historically dysfunctional Gucci family. But then Ridley Scott becomes infatuated with tracking the fall of the corporation and its familial machinations instead of zeroing in on the more compelling personal implosion of Patrizia and Maurizio. Too much of the narrative is given over to side characters and scenes that are overindulgent, which lessens the potency of the tragic story and our investment in where they all end up. Read full review…