Ready to Wear — ***1/2 (of 4)
Robert Altman’s latest film has taken its share of hard knocks. Originally
titled Pret A Porter, the title was translated into English
for American release because audience testing determined that most people
don’t know what the French phrase means. After its release, it was welcomed
with mostly mediocre reviews.
But the major complaint in these reviews seems to be that Ready to
Wear isn’t as good as Short Cuts, and it definitely isn’t. But
Robert Altman made Short Cuts on the basis of some very fine
Raymond Carver short stories, so he had much richer soil to till. Taken on
its own, Ready to Wear is a hilarious look at the annual Paris
fashion festival.
As in most Altman films, subplots and cameo appearances run amok. A
mysterious Russian (Marcello Mastroianni) resurfaces in the life of a
wealthy Paris fashion maven (Sophia Loren). A highly-sought-after fashion
photographer (Stephen Rhea) takes compromising photos of major fashion
magazine editors (Tracey Ullman, Linda Hunt and Sally Kellerman). A sports
reporter (Tim Robbins) and an American fashion reporter (Julia Roberts)
spark an odd romance when they are forced to share a room.
All these elements fly willy-nilly back and forth amidst backstage
hem-repair and runway posing. It all seems manically superficial until a
lesser subplot involving a Texas boot designer (Lyle Lovett) blossoms into
a major power play. This leads to the film’s truly inspired grand
finale.
Standout performances are given by Lauren Bacall, Forrest Whitaker and a
multitude of real-life models and designers. Of course, the models and
designers play themselves and are constantly performing, anyway. So it
would seem to come naturally.
Some of these subplots (and there really is no main one) don’t amount to
anything in the end, but the questions raised don’t seem very important to
Altman. One running gag about people stepping in dog droppings seems to
ring with metaphorical possibilities, but Altman leaves it to the audience
to ponder.