Robert Altman's READY TO WEAR (PRET-A-PORTER) has the air of some major designer's budget line: while dimly recognizable as the work of a master, it's tailored to middle-class taste, seemingly perfunctory, and, relatively speaking, rather drab and uninspired. What ought to have been a
wickedly delightful film--the conjunction of Altman's usually matchless acerbity with the glittering pretensions of high fashion--emerges as an arid, lifeless farce. It's not especially engaging or perceptive, and, worst of all, it isn't funny.
Like the director's NASHVILLE, READY TO WEAR attempts to encapsulate the experience of a time and place--in this case, the extravagant sp...