Massy Tadjedin wrote and directed Last Night on the soberly nuanced side of chick-flickness. Though no Anita Loos, she relishes the nuances of flirtatious intrigue, and she uses Knightley like a stellar candelabra. But the film only comes to erratic life when Joanna is pondering whether to reignite her past flame with sensitive French stud Alex (Guillaume Canet), who is like a muscle truffle on a buff baguette. They dither through many tempting moods. The “story,” loyal to Basic Screenwriting parallels, keeps ducking off to the Mendes-Worthington affair, which is mendacious and not worthy. No man, it seems, is quite worthy of Keira.
Pierre Bergé is a Parisian of taste, dignity, and deep loyalty to the memory of Yves Saint Laurent, whom he served as lover, enabler, and business brain during most of the couturier’s long career. Pierre Thoretton’s documentary shows us major YSL designs on fabulous models, tours the couple’s lavish homes, and drools over their many expensive possessions. It offers only winks of the personal life, the fashion craft, the reasons for YSL’s mystique. Interviews, mostly with Bergé, are seldom insightful (invoking Marcel Proust doesn’t make you Proustian). Saint Laurent’s alcoholism and neurotic depression cast flickering shadows, but L’amour fou is short on crazy love — no rival at all to the disturbing American documentary Crazy Love.
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