I had been wanting to see L'Amour Fou for a while. I had heard good things about it. I enjoyed reading The Beautiful Fall, a great book about the rise of YSL and some good party stories about Marrakech in the '70s with Betty and Loulou.
(Perhaps the book is better because it is also more about the fashion industry and YSL's rivalry with Karl Lagerfeld, and some generally great zeitgeist-y stories). But this film was really lame. Sad, rich Pierre Berge has to part with his half-billion fortune in antiquities and art from the massive homes he shared with Yves. He wanders around. He stares contemplatively out his gilt-framed windows. He says boring things. Cry me a river.