Consequence by Clint Worthington
By all means, watch it for Gaga doing The Most, or Leto pulling out the most eye-poppingly bad performance of the year with every falsetto lilt of his voice. But be ready for Gucci to try in vain to steady the ship and Get Serious about the all-consuming power of greed, and to yawn when those moments seem to linger too long. Believe me, I wish House of Gucci had a greater share of Lady Gaga death stares and pointed sips of espresso.
Way too long, and, bizarrely, the story of the fall of the Gucci brand is emphasized more than the cold blooded murder of a real life person, but Lady Gaga is very fun, the only campy part of this surprisingly dour film.