I think Karl Lagerfeld tried really hard to make this film overtly chic, and he might have been successful had he hired a writer to create a storyline and dialogue, but what Karl ended up with instead is a pretentious mess with a 1970s porn film acting style. Worst of all, Lagerfeld makes it look like Chanel stole all her ideas from her clients, from ropes of pearls to using tweed and jersey…