Director: Ian Bonhote.
Writer: Peter Ettedgui UK. 1h 41m
Having lived through the mastery and magic of McQueens stunning artistry until his untimely tragic death, I felt as robbed as anyone who was inspired by the brilliance that McQueen brought into the world. After reading several books and watching numerous documentaries about him and his beguiling muse Isabella Blow (another character I hold close to my heart), I thought I really knew it all, but this thought provoking film brings so much more raw emotion and in depth background to the surface, including very personal testimonies from those who lived and worked so very closely to the legend.
Through the intimate recollections there’s a wealth of inspiration which goes to show just how much the London cabbies son really bequeathed to us. But it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, as you’d imagine McQueen surrounded himself with genuine people who speak their minds, this isn’t a piece dedicated to shining a light only on his good sides it majestically portrays all his facets, both positive and negative, but while he has his outbursts and down times, he did remain true to himself and his art, no matter the cost and at times the heartbreak is very real, as the inspiration turns to tears and the downward spiral commences in the second half of the film. His pure dedication shines through, even now, there were points where you see him burning too bright, in hindsight it was a clear indication that he wasn’t destined to be with us long.
The project is brave, and wholly captivating, bringing life to McQueen once again, outlining his inspiration from other artist like the dark photography brilliance of Joel Witkins and giving those new anecdotal insights both negative and positive, that were absent from previous homages, it really has a in depth personal touch and presented in such a intelligent manner.
The only thing missing is full explanation from the man himself, but to be brutally honest, if you want to really know anything about McQueen then just look at his work, all the answers are there, a true artist who formed his demons and dreams not in clay but fabric.
Without meaning to, film answers many questions, and left me feeling simultaneously investigated, hopeful and very depressed. Bringing this meistro back to life only to see his demise again was incredibly powerful, but it did feel good for a while, to see and hear McQueen again, to see what inspired him, the people who shared his life, to experience him in this beautiful movie.
R – Love is the Devil (1998),
L – Biographical A-Z