Of the dueling St. Laurent biopics, this one is less traditional, contains copious long, art-house style scenes and a meandering, nonlinear narrative. It's also not nearly as watchable or even fun as the more traditional, authorized version. It's a shame because it's got a great lead performance, is very ambitious and far more explicit. You'd think it would have something to say about St. Laurent's creative process, his mental illness or even his influence on fashion, but it really just seems interested in the partying and scene-making of the late 1960s. It's really far more focused on the wild times and portraying St. Laurent's self-destructive affair with the gigolo Jaques de Bascher. St. Laurent's business and life partner, Pierre Berge, is pushed into the background even though he had a far more significant influence on St. Laurent in real life. Overall, I get the feeling that the director and writer didn't care much for the subject of the film but was very interested in the lifestyle he led during the Warhol/Studio 54 era. You don't get St. Laurent's days at Dior, his meeting Berge, his founding of his own house or the creation of the Mondrian dress. You do get St. Laurent and de Bascher talking about expensive sexual aides, though. So if that's your thing, you'll enjoy this film.