La saga Gucci

Une mise en scène où le kitsch côtoie le chic, où l'élégance cache des dehors de vulgarité, mais surtout un monde où le pouvoir, le gain, les faux rapports, la jalousie, la trahison... sont des signes courants dans le milieu de l'art.

Tandis que Lady Gaga et Adam Driver s'en tiennent à un registre sérieux, Jared Leto semble, lui, jouer dans un Feydeau. C'en est gênant. 

Lady Gaga and Adam Driver front Ridley Scott's grim-and-glam retelling of Patrizia Reggiani's orchestration of her fashion mogul ex-husband's murder -- and it's all dressed in jaw-dropping costumes that'll have you praying to the Father, Son, and House of Gucci.

It's full of luscious backstabbing, but it's not camp. It's an icepick drama about the ways of power.

It pains me to say these words about anything, but House of Gucci is begging to be a Ryan Murphy series. At least then we might actually know whether its frequent lurches into acidic camp were intentional.

There's tense drama at play in the film if you know the story's details. The pleasure comes from the abnormal ride through cartoonishly lavish playgrounds of the rich, and seedy underbellies of the criminal hangers-on surrounding them.