This is a biopic about a mostly young Yves Saint Laurent, although there are somewhat distracting flashes forward and backwards towards the end of the movie. It wasn’t easy being Saint Laurent. But, often enough, it could be self absorbed, self indulgent, and dizzyingly creative. The coiture aspects of the movie are gorgeously done, demonstrating the genius of the fashion designer, and that his talent was evident at a very young age. He was wildly successful professionally across his life span, and he was lucky enough to have an adept manager who kept his brand protected and the money flowing.
Much of the movie reflects upon the designer's lifestyle, which is a portrait in excess. It is to wallow in Fellini-esque excess in the mid and late 1970's that involves bottomless
glasses of pricey champagne, bins full of sedatives and hallucinogens, cliche high-society types, easy pre-AIDS sex of every stripe, pulsing
electronica music and gorgeous vapid people lounging. That is just not my thing, but it does seem to be an accurate reflection of Saint Laurent's life and his survival into older age is a tribute to his resilience.
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