Curiosity and awe drove me to watch this film after randomly stumbling upon some of Alexander McQueen's works online. These feelings quickly made way for an all-consuming passion which burned every bit of the marvelous experience that is this film in my ignorant-until-now head.
Although by definition this is a biopic, the inexplicable feeling you are left with after the credit-roll is proof of how the film transcends this simplistic labeling. The tale of McQueen's life tells itself in an unnarrated sequence of interviews and archive footage with very natural and elegant transitions between focus on story and his art. However the brilliance of his work is not a mere fleeting mention. It is perhaps exactly because of the way the dreadful beauty of his shows manages to creep into the depths of your existence and inspire the wildest sensations even from behind a movie screen that one can feel Alexander's heartbeat for just a few moments as if it were one's own.
Although by definition this is a biopic, the inexplicable feeling you are left with after the credit-roll is proof of how the film transcends this simplistic labeling. The tale of McQueen's life tells itself in an unnarrated sequence of interviews and archive footage with very natural and elegant transitions between focus on story and his art. However the brilliance of his work is not a mere fleeting mention. It is perhaps exactly because of the way the dreadful beauty of his shows manages to creep into the depths of your existence and inspire the wildest sensations even from behind a movie screen that one can feel Alexander's heartbeat for just a few moments as if it were one's own.