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05/06/2013 02:22 pm ET Updated Jul 06, 2013

Movie Review: Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's

Fashion entered my life in junior high school, when it suddenly became imperative that I own a Gant dress shirt, the kind with a loop on the back. These were deemed the ne plus ultra of cool -- and the only place you could buy them was the Northbriar Shop of the now-defunct Dayton's department store, at least in my hometown of Minneapolis. But, in 1963, spending $14 for a shirt seemed extravagant and profligate (at least to my parents).

Since then, I've decided that fashion is both silly and pointless. Fashion Week? I wouldn't get within a mile of it -- and the photos I see make me think that Hans Christian Andersen would be pocketing crazy cash from the annual parade of The Emperor's New Clothes at those self-important tents in Bryant Park or behind Lincoln Center.

So I'm obviously not the target demographic for Matthew Miele's documentary, Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's. Still, I've watched documentaries about topics in which I had no interest -- including one about the guy who won the first season of Project Runway -- and if the movie is well-enough made, I'll hang in there.

But Bergdorf's isn't that movie.


This review continues on my website.

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