Review of Yves Saint Laurent (2014) by Janet C — 18 Jun 2014

Lespert's biopic of the famous French designer is as close to a hagiography as it can get. He paints the portrait of a shy, asceptic and completely ascetic young gay man visibly uncomfortable in his own skin.

Niney succeeds in conveying this unsettling feeling to the audience, a fragile genius whose self-destruction comes over as innocent playfulness. Though he did the late Saint-Laurent a great disservice, portraying him as a spoiled gay brat with too much money on his hands and too many people up his ass.

The film is visually remarkable(duh-it's a designer biopic), but the price of this aesthetic beauty is the shocking shallowness of the featured characters. Even the sex scenes are robbed of any sensuality and make you more uncomfortable then offended, since the actors themselves seem to be struggling to keep even sex as asexual as possible.