Deep In Vogue (Television Thoughts: The Man Who Would Be In Vogue, Pilot Episode, The Assassination of Gianni Versace, F/X


I had been looking forward to seeing ‘The Assassination of Gianni Versace’ because o a couple of things. Firstly, I remember when this incident happened, and followed the case close enough when it was on the headlines. Of course, the old me don’t remember really that much about the case, so I thought it would be well to see it unfold in a different way. Second, Versace’s killer, Andrew Cunanan, is half-Filipino so culturally it is resonating with me – although really being a psychopath doesn’t really get dictated by nationality. And lastly, this looks to be one of the gayest shows this season – directed by Ryan Murphy, and starring Ricky Martin and Darrin Criss. Well, Criss isn’t technically gay, but I have only seen him play gay, so he might as well be.

And the pilot. ‘The Man Who Would Be Vogue’ was pretty engaging. I know some have complained that it was a little slow, but I thought it moved quickly enough, and really, is there that much to say to warrant nine episodes? It begins at the day of the shooting, and moves back and forth in time. There were details I didn’t really know – that bird which got killed by a stray bullet was something I didn’t know. Plus, I thought the performances were universally good. Edgar Ramirez looks and talks like the real Gianni that it was sometimes jarring. And what great revelation Ricky martin is here. I know he has acted before, and I have seen him on stage even on Les Miserable, but his Antonio D’Amico here has great shades of subtlety (I suspect Murphy’s hand there)  Penelope Cruz is inspired casting – there’s just a dash of camp there for vavavavoom but you never feel it isn’t real – Cruz gives her great humanity. And Darren Criss is blazing hot to look at as Andrew Cunanan, which probably best represented the character: all accounts from people he knew said he had charm. There are moments of deep depth in Criss here – in the ‘fantasy’ sequence of him and Versace on stage at the San Francisco Opera, you can see his mind swirling as Cunanan’s probably was- but slim writing probably hindered him in some scenes. When he gets to his car after killing Versace, we never truly know what is going on in Cunanan’s mind, and Criss never really filled in the blanks there.

For sure, though, the show is great to look at and sounds incredible. The bright Miami sunlight gives it a great glow, and there is that stunning opening sequence of Casa Casuarina choreographed to Albinoni’s Adagio. I am hooked, and cannot wait for the next episodes.

Am I Blue (Perfume Thoughts, Dylan Blue, Versace)



A couple of years ago, a magazine did a profile of Donatella Versace and they had pictures of her perfume collection:


Since Donatella seems like she knows perfumes, I wonder why most of Versace’s perfumes have been lackluster. None of them are really bad, but I cannot think of one that is truly memorable. I recently saw the ad for their newest release, Dylan Blue, and what caught my eye was Trevor Signornino. There is a video that was produced directed by Bruce Weber, and it had a little bit of an 80s feel. Did it make me want to try the scent? Sure, why not, and this just proves why they are masters of marketing and advertising.

Then we get to the scent – a big bore. It will drown in the sea of similarly-smelling perfumes in department store counters. It is your typical woody, ambery aquatic fougere. There really is nothing unique and remarkable about it. They mention a fig note but it’s fake-smelling and weak at that. There’s a bit of musky floral on the drydown, but darn if it projects like an actual flower.  I guess it is made from not-bad materials, as the longevity and sillage is decent, but I ask myself, why, what’s the point? There seems to be no creative anything here, and really, Donatella should know better.