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Yves Saint Laurent chips away at the elusive designer's mystique

If the clothes of Yves Saint Laurent were groundbreaking, the designer's mystique was as subtle as the curve of an invisibly molded sleeve. Those who have picked up just a little Saint Laurent lore may know about his beginnings at the House of Dior in the late 1950s, and his subsequent firing, in 1960, as he lay in a French military hospital after suffering a post-conscription nervous breakdown. With the help of Pierre Bergé — played here by Guillaume Gallienne — his partner in both life (until 1980) and business (until the designer's death in 2008), he launched his own house and forever changed the way women dress. He popularized the tuxedo as a garment for modern women; he brought couture vision to the more democratic world of ready-to-wear. In the late '60s and early '70s, he took a lot of pills and dallied with the wrong boys. Until his death, he had a series of French bulldogs, all named Moujik, a parade of wagging rumps and snuffling noses that bore witness to the creation of some of the most supple, unassumingly elegant clothes of the twentieth century.

But if that thumbnail sketch hits a few of the highs, mids and lows, it still doesn't tell you much about the soft-spoken, elusive man who put women in triangle-shaped dresses inspired by Mondrian paintings and designed a whole collection around a fairy-tale fantasy of the Ballets Russes. Jalil Lespert's Yves Saint Laurent tries to sweep the evanescent butterfly Yves into its net; the movie isn't enough, but it's something. Pierre Niney, starring as the fragile dauphin in horn-rims, cuts a slender, cursive figure; his posture is just slightly stooped, as if the weight of genius really does rest heavily on his shoulders. He doesn't seem to be so much impersonating Saint Laurent — as we've seen him in documentaries like Pierre Thoretton's touching L'Amour Fou, or in YouTube footage of the designer's 2002 retirement speech — as capturing a waft of his presence. When this Saint Laurent speaks, particularly to a small clutch of lady journalists, his voice is a desiccated whisper. But when he lashes out at the far more practical, preternaturally stable Bergé, who's doing his best to keep the designer grounded and productive, he's as simultaneously soft and harsh as a serpent's hiss. Niney's performance captures the dual playing-card faces that Saint Laurent showed to the world: He could be extraordinarily kind, but he could also cut like a pair of shears.

Yves Saint Laurent is a classically styled biopic; to that end, Lespert serves up all the expected shots of the designer scrutinizing and delighting in the human form, male and female alike. He flirts ardently, though with a conspicuous lack of sexual passion, with his favorite house model, a pouty, button-eyed beauty named Victoire (Charlotte Le Bon). The affection between the two incites so much jealousy in Bergé that he lashes out with his own surprisingly aggressive brand of sexual revenge.

If Bergé figures largely, possibly excessively, in this telling, there are some good reasons: For one thing, the real-life Pierre Bergé has authorized the film; he didn't grant the same honor to the other yet-to-be-released Saint Laurent biopic, Bertrand Bonello's Saint Laurent, which premiered in Cannes in May. But while I've heard some vague accusations along the lines of "too much Bergé" hurled at Lespert's film, it probably has just the right amount of Bergé. Because you can't tell the story of Yves Saint Laurent without attempting to plumb the admittedly more prosaic mystery of his right-hand guy.

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Stephanie Zacharek was the principal film critic at the Village Voice from 2013 to 2015. She is a member of the New York Film Critics Circle and of the National Society of Film Critics. In 2015 Zacharek was named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in criticism. Her work also appeared in the publications of the Voice’s film partner, Voice Media Group: LA Weekly, Denver Westword, Phoenix New Times, Miami New Times, Broward-Palm Beach New Times, Houston Press, Dallas Observer and OC Weekly.