A celebrity profile of fashion designer Isaac Mizrahi, a celebrity to some, anyhow. It tracks him from one fashion season to the next, from the day after the premiere of his Spring '94 collection to the day after the premiere of his Fall, and from the emotional dumps of the rough reviews for the one to the emotional clouds of the rave reviews for the other: "Oh, my God! I feel like Marlo Thomas or something!" (Well, how would you expect a fashion designer to express himself?) No doubt the movie in a sense "reveals" him: hollow-eyed, Brillo-haired, headbanded, pudgy, bitchy, quippy, movie-mad (pertinent clips from Nanook of the North, Call of the Wild, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?, The Red Shoes, Valley of the Dolls, make a nice break), self-regarding and self-dramatizing. For all it reveals of him, however, it does not reveal much about his actual work or even about his personal life: it does not reveal, for instance, that the director, Douglas Keeve, is his erstwhile lover. The journalistic value is lowered several more notches by a visual style of capriciously varied textures (coarse contrasty black-and-white, creamy blended medium grays, soft powdery color, grainy gritty color, etc.), such as to create the impression of thumbing through a "postmodern" slick magazine. With Sandra Bernhard, Cindy Crawford, Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss. (1995) — Duncan Shepherd
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