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Valentino: The Last Emperor (Madman)

Column: The Word on DVDs  |  Date Published: Wednesday, 26 May 10   |  Author: Justin Hook   |     |  1 year, 8 months ago
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Matt Tyrnauer, who started his career at the tragically under-appreciated Spy magazine and is now a special correspondent at Vanity Fair, followed legendary fashion designer Valentino Garavani for Valentino: The Last Emperor. The title gives the game away; whilst not necessarily a fawning love letter to the perma-tanned subject of this insidery doco, neither is it an incisive deliberation on the fashion industry. Wisely stepping back and allowing the revolving cast of seamstresses, designers, pooch handlers, hangers on, models and immaculately attired business men to float through the viewfinder, Tyrnauer captures Valentino in the final act of an illustrious decades long career – Valentino retired from the industry in 2008. Sadly, Valentino: The Last Emperor leaves an empty taste, failing to capture the effervescent swing of his best designs. This is the man, after all, who thinks nothing of letting five slobbering pugs take up a row of lush leather seats on a private jet. Giancarlo Giammetti, Valentino’s business and life partner, emerges as the driving force behind the success of the brand. But in one telling, if brief, encounter he also reveals the sheer obscenity of the fashion industry.

Referring to a photo shoot in 1967, Giammetti reminisces about filling a studio with semolina to recreate the look of a North African sand dune. This profligate waste of foodstuffs is mind boggling. You see, fashion isn’t about real life. It’s about venerating the absurd, celebrating the wasteful, applauding the irrational and stroking the egos of artistes whose diminished mental capacity is directly proportionate to their callous indifference to the outside world. Now, I don’t for a minute suggest we should all scupper about in burlap sacks and egg carton trilbies, and riling up at the insanity of the fashion industry is a fools errand but seriously, there have to be limits. Not for Valentino though. The last of his kind, they say. Let’s hope so.

3 out of 5



Chickenfoot Get Your Buzz On – Live (Universal/Liberation):

Like most things Sammy Hagar-related, the genesis of Chickenfoot can be traced back to tequila. The story goes that Chad Smith (Red Hot Chili Peppers) and Michael Anthony (ex-Van Halen) were jamming at one of Hagar’s bars, Cabo Wabo, in Mexico. Hagar runs a thriving business empire of themed bars and in the last few years sold a majority interest in his Cabo Wabo branded tequila to the same liquor company that makes Campari, Wild Turkey and Cinzano. There’s nothing more rock than a Campari on rocks, as the famous saying doesn’t go.

After joining the crumpled rockers on stage, Hagar figured his incisive business acumen was again spot on and figured all they needed was another ‘80s throwback to complete the gory picture. And that’s how Joe Satriani – the man with the second hairiest forearms in showbiz – came to find himself in one of the loopiest and least exciting supergroups ever to make a quick buck. Get Your Buzz On – Live is essentially a meat and potatoes run-through of Chickenfoot’s self-titled debut album. Now as much as the band members would like to think otherwise, Chickenfoot, the album, is not Hall Of Famer material. It sounds like a leaden, plodding, joyless hard rock romp through the collected back catalogues of each member – but without the wicked humour of vintage Van Halen (to be fair the Hagar-fronted Halen weren’t that funny), the deft pop-funk of the Peppers or the dazzling virtuosity of Surfing with the Alien. The hour long doco yields far greater rewards – Hagar proving himself to be an utter bore by getting in the face of Bob Weir (Grateful Dead), yelling and screaming at his own non-jokes; Chad Smith’s excruciatingly fallow attempts at vox-pop humour and Nigel Tufnell/Christopher Guest bringing the lols like the seasoned pro he is.

2 out of 5

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It’s Complicated (Universal):

This is not a particularly complicated film. The formulaic It’s Complicated, written and directed by Nancy Meyers, is a romantic comedy of the love-triangle variety.

Jane (the ever-charming Meryl Streep) is finally settling into divorced life, ten years after separating with her ex-husband Jake (the surprisingly attractive Alec Baldwin), who is now re-married to a woman the age of their eldest child. But during one drunken night, the sometime significant others do the hanky-panky, and so begins their secret affair. The third point in the triangle is Adam (Steve “Was He Born With White Hair?” Martin), Jane’s architect and potential love interest. Torn between two paunchy paramours, Jane proves that hard life decisions and love aren’t just for the young.

Unfortunately, three characters does not equal three personalities. Alec Baldwin is probably the most interesting of the bunch, and that’s because he plays an unrepentant, egotistical horn dog. Luckily all three actors have developed senses of comic timing, and manage to work the sometimes sickly sweet script to their advantage.

Although It’s Complicated has been praised for its portrayal of women who fall into the 50-is-the-new-40 age bracket (oh my god! They have emotions! More importantly, they have sexual desire!), for anyone who isn’t an ageist, sexist chauvinist, this will not seem like an exceptionally edgy concept – and certainly not enough to carry an entire film.

The DVD extras include an audio commentary on the film from Nancy Meyers plus a producer or two, plus a ‘making of’ featurette that mostly involves clips of the cast talking about how much they all admire and respect one another. Yawn.

Passably amusing, somewhat charming, and perfectly inoffensive – the phrases ‘entirely adequate’ and ‘mediocre at best’ spring to mind, though I’m torn between the two. Now that’s a complicated decision.

2 ½ out of 5

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