The co-operation of the multitude of fashionista heavy-hitters involved suggests that the film won’t attempt much more than uncritical celebration. Which is fine, if haute couture is your bag. But a good documentary also gives the indifferent a reason to care. And on those terms, this fails utterly. Probably the best moment involves the sight of a model in a decorative leg brace, but only because it prompts memories of Alan Partridge’s ‘A Partridge in Paris’ collection. Otherwise, a po-faced, self-involved and thoroughly tedious affair.
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