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Could have been pretty great in the hands of a half capable interviewer.
Had to turn this off halfway through...I was so embarrassed for this Whitney Sudler-Smith who was so unprepared to interview these icons and legends. How the hell did he get these interviews in the first place? ( I am sure Andre Leon-Talley was wondering the same thing.)
One of the worst documentaries ever. The film maker, a pseudo Burt Reynolds, driving around in a ridiculous trans am with his hair doing trans colours is un-prepped, un-interesting and a gooph. Standing outside the Halston home in the rain is the hi-light of this dull epic. How he garnered interviews with some of the celebrities is beyond any scope of reason. But to arrive unprepared is downright shameful. What is worse is the lame telling the story of a man who in all terms, was a brilliant artist who brought style and sophistication to a country that was not so till then. Learning NOTHING in this poorly conceived and half baked confusing story...Halston would be appalled.
Vanity project for porn-stached Trans Am driving Whitney Smith. If your're going to make a movie about Halston then focus on Halston, not yourself. Who wants to watch you interview your mother about you?
What a waste of an amazing subject! Who the fuck is Whitney Smith? (that's rhetorical, I know who he is, he's NOBODY) and why did anyone associated with Halston agree to do this, knowing what an empty vessel Smith is? It's not a "fascinating portrait" of anyone, especially Halston. It's a stupid, meandering, half-assed film about someone who actually is fascinating. Every atom of Smith's camera/VO is an exercise in how NOT to make a documentary.
This is what happens when retail clerks finally save up and get a camera.
Way too much Whitney Sudler-Smith in stupid-ass wigs detracting from the interviews with some supercool people. Kind of a clunky documentary that doesn't dig all that deep...Hard to get past the ubiquity of the director.
Possibly the worst documentary I have seen in four decades.
Liza advises this fame-whore to do some research. Fat chance. He asks elementary questions as if he just landed from another planet.
He interviews his mom for insight as to why he may be drawn to this subject. She doesn't have a clue, noting he liked "Smokey & the Bandit" growing up, something we already have guessed due to the endless ground shots of him getting in and out of his souped-up Trans Am.
An interview subject from Vogue is astonished by his lack of research and knowledge. Their interview is interrupted when Sudler-Smith's cell phone goes off. When the interviewee chastises him, Sudler-Smith is confused because "they are both from the South". Sudler-Smith's ringtone is "Dixie" and the man he is interviewing is African-American. That tells you all you need to know about the clueless Sudler-Smith.
He shoots interviews, such as with Ms. Minnelli, over her shoulder so it is he that is on camera. He is always on camera. This film is all about him, and little on Halston outside of some vintage film footage.
He asks banal, uninformed questions, and then interrupts the responses five words in. At one point, a subject tells him, STOP INTERRUPTING!
Sudler-Smith has brown hair in this scene, blonde hair in that one, then golden hair with a Fu Manchu in the next. This film has less to do with Halston and more to do with immortalizing the fabulous Sudler-Smith on celluloid for all time. What a waste of celluloid.
Somebody wishes they were Burt Reynolds in the 70s, or at least a vapid star-f*cker who could do blow and hang out at Studio 54. That fact is the biggest takeaway from this film, which is yet another insult piled on the legacy of Halston.
I doubt you can find a "documentary" on Rotten Tomatoes with a lower rating than this one, for good reason. An abomination.
Its a shame the story of Halston had to share time with Sudler-Smith's ego. What could have been a remarkable documentary with incredible footage and interesting subjects was lost to a director that somehow feels that he is as interesting as his subject.
Is it obvious that Jim's out of town.