“There’s a convention in literature and film called the unreliable narrator. According to one definition I came across online, it’s a character whose telling of the story ‘is not completely accurate or credible due to the character’s mental state or maturity.’ Keep that in mind as you read what I have to say about “House of Gucci,” playing only in theaters, because the unreliable narrator may be me. I found the film so insistently campy yet painfully mirthless—its style lies somewhere between opera buffa and telenovela—that my mental state of acute anguish may have skewed my perceptions of whatever the story has to offer. A woman sitting next to me at the screening laughed all but uncontrollably throughout. Who am I to say she didn’t know what she was laughing about and I’m the reliable one?”
The film features an intriguing story based on real life events that stunned everyone. Lady Gaga as Patrizia Reggiani and Adam Driver as Maurizio Gucci were accompanied by a multitude of talented artists like Jared Leto, Jeremy Irons, Salma Hayek, and Al Pacino.