Poster for McQueen

“The last century, filled with irrevocable world change resulting from technology’s innovations and the tragedy of war and other disasters of unprecedented dimension, was also filled with an elite, highly variegated cadre of fashion designers whose work both reflected and sometimes even instigated such change. Poiret, Chanel, Schiaparelli, Balenciaga, Dior, Courrèges, Saint Laurent, Lagerfeld, Miyake, Kawakubo, Westwood and Galliano all deserve a place in this sartorial Valhalla, but none of them was more gifted or—sadly—more tragic than the last of this illustrious line, Alexander McQueen.

Born one of six kids to a London cab driver, this Cockney lad shot to fashion stardom, changing how we look at and wear clothes, from the highest-end couture to just everyday knocking-about duds, before succumbing to severe depression and killing himself at age 40 in 2010.

McQueen, the exhilarating, heartbreaking documentary by Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui, presents an almost excruciatingly intimate portrait of this genius. Rather than go the glib route of rounding up the usual celebrity suspects—Madonna, Gaga, David Bowie, Sarah Jessica Parker—to spout bon mots about red-carpet moments, the filmmakers have made the true stars of their film the myriad close friends and co-workers who really knew the good, the bad and the ugly of this complex, tortured genius on a daily basis.

The rewarding result is that you get a true idea of what it was like to be in the workroom, thrillingly creating the magic of this master, or, adversely, stuck at a posh intimate soirée as the very same guy you’d do anything for eviscerates you because of some perceived failing on your part. Lee, for such was McQueen’s actual given “less posh” name, could be both extraordinarily sophisticated and an obscenity-spewing, shit-stirring hooligan. An early penchant for fashion led to a total mastery of needle, thread and scissors, honed by a Savile Row apprenticeship and a graduation collection at Central St. Martin’s school that was snapped up in its entirety by influential fashion editor Isabella Blow, who saw that the right connections were made. At the time of his death, McQueen had designed for the prestigious house of Givenchy, had his own lines carried in boutiques around the world, won every fashion award there was to be had and was made a Commander of the British Empire by the Queen.” (David Noh, Films Journal International)

McQueen is a haunting story of extravagant talent and inescapable private sorrow, made with exquisite craftsmanship worthy of its subject (…) this excellent documentary delivers an eye-popping, emotionally wrenching experience that paints a fully dimensional portrait of a complex artist.” (David Rooney, The Hollywood Reporter)

“The difference between McQueen and the standard tortured genius documentary lies in the kind of artist McQueen was: Behind the (sometimes incendiary, sometimes infantile) provocations in his designs was a clear humanity, his garments the unfiltered expressions of his emotions and ideas.” (Kyle Turner, Village Voice)