Gaga glitters in a fizzy, funny feast of fabulous camp

RIDLEY SCOTT’S new film is a true-crime comedy that lasts for more than two and half hours and contains Italian accents worthy of a Cornetto ad. That’s not a problem because unlike Scott’s The Last Duel (exceedingly long and full of American and English actors failing to sound French), House of Gucci is well-paced and tonally consistent. Smart, funny and camp, it’s not interested in keeping a straight face, strutting its way to glory. This is all fizz and no faff.

- Charlotte O’Sullivan

House of Gucci 157 mins, cert 15

Lady Gaga stars as infamous real-life figure Patrizia Reggiani, who in 1997 was found guilty of ordering a hit on her ex-husband Maurizio Gucci (Adam Driver). The film begins with pampered but lonely Maurizio falling for Patrizia, to the horror of Maurizio’s dad (Jeremy Irons). Rodolfo Gucci’s only child has shoulders as broad as Gregory Peck’s, yet is as doe-eyed as Audrey Hepburn. Patrizia playfully dubs him “Cinderella”. She also wears his glasses while they have amusingly vigorous sex, one of many visual clues that she’s out to change the rules of seduction.