A fashion show in Paris draws the usual bunch of people; designers, reporters, models, magazine editors, photographers. Lots of unconnected stories which all revolve around this show, and an all-star cast.
The overlapping dialoque, the episodic quality, the large cast of familiar faces; the makings of a Robert Altman film. Altman's follow up to "The Player" however fell flat with critics and the box office. Unlike his masterpieces "Nashville", "A Wedding", "The Player" etc this film just falls with a thud. Some interesting characters and scenes but overall just feels like an empty confection. Cast is game.
For me it's one of the most underrated and misunderstood films ever. It doesn't fail at all at in translating various aspects of the fashion world into comical sketch-like situations performed by a great ensamble. Superficial, efemerous, funny, cruel, underhanded... just like any fashion weeks or celebrities magazines.
Over-indulgent, generally dreary and flabby compendium. What could have been a light but cutting satire is here rendered a deadweight of jostling cameos and blandly realised vignettes with little to say about fashion or creativity.