The Assassination Of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story
Nothing says 'tacky' quite like the Versace logo. Other Continental fashion designers have elegantly intertwined initials for their brand, but Gianni Versace chose a doodle of Medusa, the goddess with snakes for hair.
It looks like the label on a £1.99 bottle of white wine at a rough Italian restaurant in Bedford.
Being that flaky takes talent, and money. His combination of wealth and sheer lack of taste was captured brilliantly in The Assassination Of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story (BBC2), a dramatised retelling of the flamboyant couturier's murder in 1997.
From the moment he slid from his silk sheets, to stand on the balcony of his Romanesque villa in Florida, Versace (Edgar Ramirez) looked like a Euro-lottery winner in desperate pursuit of class. Even his breakfast of melon slices, served by his butler on a silver platter, looked fake.
Gianni Versace (Edgar Ramirez) looked like a Euro-lottery winner in desperate pursuit of class, writes Christopher Stevens
This nine-part, big budget docu-drama, scripted by London Spy's Tom Rob Smith, revels in the plastic shallowness of Versace's life. Everything was overdone, from the elaborate gates outside his palace where he was gunned down, to the head wound like a lotus blossom as he lay on the mortuary slab.
There's no mystery about his killer. Andrew Cunanan (Darren Criss) was a psychopath, a serial killer and a fantasist, who spun implausible stories about his past to everyone he met. The character painted here is very like Patricia Highsmith's charming con merchant and murderer, The Talented Mr Ripley.
We saw him ambush and kill Versace, before the story leapt back seven years to