So incredibly impressed with this movie. I had absolutely no idea that Versace came so close to ruin. I question what would have happened to the label if Gianni Versace had of never been killed. Truthfully Donatella and Gianni were a brilliant team despite their volatile sibling relationship. They both made Versace an excellent design house that had so much promise. Gianni was the flamboyant creative visionary and Donatella had the smart editing eye and a stylish outlook. Without each other they crumble.

My main problem with the movie was that they glazed over a few key plot lines and didn't take it far enough. The leading theme was Donatella's decline into drug and alcohol addiction but there were so many other aspects they could have explored. Also I think they were pretty kind with brushing over Donatella's plastic surgery history and Allegra's battle with anorexia.

Aside from that House of Versace is very insightful and entertaining. I cannot recommend it enough.

I've always wanted the watch this movie, but I never got the chance... until HBO decided to air it. Well, it turns out that it was worth the wait. The movie is just incredible and it tells a breath-taking personal story that amazes the viewers. The cast is well chosen. Gina Gershon is flawless in her role as Donatella. She's got the look and all the gestures the leading lady of Versace always does. The thing that definitely got me speechless was the voice and the accent of Gina who imitated Donatella's strong voice unbelievably good. The scene of her passing out after she found out Gianni is dead was one of the moments when I asked myself if it really is possible to have that much talent. The fashion, the lush life of the celebrities, the paparazzi... everything is done in the right away. I absolutely recommend the movie to anyone who thinks that can appreciate it and get acquainted with the heartbreaking story of the Versace family.

...that it shows how the mind of a deluded, dumb narcissist works. Every second of this ludicrous "movie" screamed "Donatella was here and controlled everything from the script to the acting and most of all made sure that everything was about HER". The result of this obvious intervention is a complete and utter failure. A script that would've been written better by a mentally impaired child, horrendous acting, homely "models" who couldn't walk or pose, badly, badly recreated clothes and, worst of all, the amateurish direction of Sara Sugarman.

"House of Versace" is a two-hour masturbation of a stupid and narcissistic woman who has hired (and controlled - badly) a team to make a film about HER (nothing to do with Versace or reality at all). It is a sordid fantasy of a self-absorbed débile, in which she is this perfect creature even in her faults and where everyone exists as an extension of herself, performing the function of adoring her, admiring her and forgiving her when she needs it. Sounds ridiculous? That's because it was. My words fail me to express how ridiculously bad it all was. Cliché after cliché. I give it the lowest rating I can.