Who is this spoiled narcissist who takes a great and rich subject like Halstom and abuses it, abuses his access to these incredible figures in fashion and Halston's life, and captures it all with terrible camera work and editing? This obviously wealthy grown up trust fund brat of a man had nothing better in his life to do so he took up "filmmaking". He had moments with great subjects to really delve into the life of Halston and destroys them. Who sits down for an interview with Andre and asks terribly unprepared questions, and when Andre thankfully starts to take charge of the situation and gets into some good history he gets interrupted by this dope of a person who left their cell phone on? Seriously? Only a spoiled brat takes these situations for granted and leaves their cell phone on and an amateur leaves the scene in because they don't know how to properly edit. I really wanted to finish this movie because I adore Halston but I turned it off less than halfway through. I am saddened that this immature filmmaker is trying to ride a trend of fashion docs to somehow magically transport himself in a world he so poorly misunderstands. And with it he completely misses his mark exploring this wonderful American icon's life.
Review of Ultrasuede: In Search of Halston
