Messy, long and lacking cinematic storytelling, we basically get an elaborate 109 minutes slideshow of the designer's life instead of an expression of who he was. Too often choosing to tell (and by so many talking heads!) instead of show, a Hollywood biopic using the archived materials and family interviews for once might actually be fitting here, considering just how much Ferragamo helped shape the industry from the inside. It is bewildering how this is the same director for films who put so much emphasis on form, as it stretches on from one point to another, without any attempt to create anything beyond an assortment of testimonials.
Review of Salvatore: Shoemaker of Dreams
