Something for which to be thankful, or a big turkey? (Images via MGM) The wildly hyped House of Gucci commits one capital crime for which a star-studded, talent-heavy, sprawling family drama filled with backstabbing and culminating in murder can never be forgiven — it's boring.
Ridley Scott's two-hour, 37-minute stale-popcorn drama isn't all slog, but that it lags at all is confounding. It actually starts out so promisingly, before it ceases to be the sum of its parts and gets bogged down by, well, some of its parts.
I thought he was a dead ringer for Yves Saint Laurent. The impeccably handsome, yet static, film chronicles the shocking 1995 murder-for-hire of Maurizio Gucci (Adam Driver), Italian businessman and ousted head of the Gucci