Welcome to the world of haute couture, where grown men argue passionately about whether an overpriced dress looks more beautiful with 20 strips of sequin-laden material or with 18. Valentino Cle...
Welcome to the world of haute couture, where grown men argue passionately about whether an overpriced dress looks more beautiful with 20 strips of sequin-laden material or with 18. Valentino Clemente Ludovico Garavani, known to followers of fashion as just Valentino, opts for the lesser number, but becomes agitated when an associate prefers the greater. The designer becomes petulant and pouty at any suggestion.
Nothing has reminded me more of my working-class origins than watching the debut documentary by Matt Tyrnauer, "Valentino: The Last Emperor." With the Material Boy's recent retirement, the old days of fashion design ended. Everything's corporate now. Welcome to the 21st century.
The film follows Valentino through the process of creating a runway show. We aren't present at the creation of every new dress, just the one with the strips of sequins. Then, to honor his 45th year in the business, we watch as he and his partner, Giancarlo Giammetti, prepare a retrospective for Paris. Dozens of out-of-fashion fashions are draped around mannequins, which are then hung from the walls.
Celebrities like Elton John, Gwyneth Paltrow and even Michael Caine stroll along, ogling as if they were on a tour of the room in Bluebeard's castle with the bodies of his ex-wives. Perhaps the most honest is, of all people, Joan Collins. When asked by a reporter, "What's the difference between good style and trash?" she answers with a laugh, "I have no idea."
Valentino comes across as an interesting guy, within a very limited range. He doesn't seem to mind appearing on camera as childish and vain " "People have to be on their knees in front of me," he says at one point " but it's hard to tell if he is performing or playing it straight. When he's with his public, he stands and walks with his left hand in his pocket. It's very casual, in a carefully calculated way.
Much of the film will remind you of other things. The models on the runway are so flat-faced, you'll flashback to Robert Palmer music videos. Valentino in his prime looked remarkably like Frank Langella in his. The soundtrack is elevated by Nino Rota tunes " in fact, the whole thing is Fellini-esque.
I kept wondering WWBD " What Would Brüno Do? " but I guess that if thousands of people think high fashion design is significant, maybe it is. Valentino goes everywhere with a pack of pug dogs, and in one scene, he's fitting one with earrings, which I thought comes dangerously close to putting lipstick on a pig.
The 45th-anniversary celebration ended with models hoisted into the air and floating around, hit by red lights, in front of the Colosseum. Again, Fellini came to mind, and the statue of Jesus being airlifted over Rome in "La Dolce Vita." Except Fellini left an indelible image, and the swinging models are just pure kitsch.
The movie is never less than entertaining and is frequently informative, like a documentary about life in an alternative universe. Catch it Thursday through Sunday at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art.
Ciao, baby. Bellissimo. "Doug Bentin