In "House of Gucci" Jeremy Irons and Al Pacino are brothers with Adam Driver the son of the former and Jared Leto son of the latter and there isn't the slightest resemblance between any of the four except maybe the heights--Irons & Driver tall, Pacino and Leto short. The worst, in more ways than one, are their 'Italian accents' which are more than laughable. Whether they adapted their own accents or had a speech coach (who should never be hired again) the fault is at the feet of the director Ridley Scott.

Director Scott is also responsible for accepting, and working with, the screenplay submitted by Becky Johnson and Roberto Bentivegna but for an experienced director he doesn't seem to know what he is doing regarding any aspect of the film.

I had heard about the performance by Lady Gaga being Oscar nominated worthy and though I have become a huge fan of Lady Gaga (be sure to watch the concert she does with Tony Bennett on Sunday on CBS) except for what seemed to be 100 costume and hair changes her role, as Driver's wife, is disjointed and all over the place without any direction and/or guidance by the director. The nicest thing I can say about Salma Hayek is that her husband, who is a CEO of the company that owns Gucci, owes her an original Gucci bag if she doesn't have one!

The best part of the movie is the ending---2 hours and 38 minutes later--where it tells what happened to each of the major principals in the true story.

"House of Gucci" is a waste of time and talent.