Jeremy Scott's 'country boy done good in the city' tale doesn't have too many surprises. He was a gay kid from the Midwest, was bullied in high school but his supportive family sent him back east to go to fashion school. He had some hard knocks and lucky opportunities come his way and by the time he was 35 he was internationally famous and would soon be offered the position of creative director at Moschino.
Scott comes across as a humble, laid back guy who doesn't take himself too seriously, but you can see through the cracks that he is actually very self-aware and ambitious. He reads the critiques of his shows but fluffs off those who don't like what he has done as their problem because they didn't 'get it'. What Scott seems to not see is that a $40.00 Tee shirt is not the same thing as a $20,000 gala gown, and his products are not just for Rihanna, Katy Perry, and Mylie Cyrus.
As a film, its a bit too long and a bit redundant - I didn't need to see Scott rummage through his grandmother's fabric bag, or try to get cows back into a field, but despite this you are rooting for him and its hard not to like him. I hope he realizes there is more to fashion than just novelty prints and ripping off Chanel...
