UPDATED WITH NEW CREEPY PHOTO AFTER THE BREAK!
For some mysterious reason, Whitney Sudler-Smith , from Southern Charm has had the Internet wiped clean of any reference to his father. I mean there may be something out there, I haven’t really scoured it myself, but people who send the Southern Charm stuff had made mention that they have found nothing. That seems very odd to me like perhaps his father is a notorious serial killer or something. I mean why would one want to hide their father?
Here is all I could find about Whitney’s “producer credits.” Someone sent me perhaps the funniest bad film review in the history of reviews today. It’s for WSS’s one documentary. As any straight man with a perfectly normal relationship with his mother would do, he made a documentary about Halston.
I thought we might play a game with this review that begins thusly, “Inept, amateurish and largely risible, the fashion documentary Ultrasuede: In Search Of Halston is generally an embarrassing effort. But not because its subject isn’t worth documenting (quite the opposite actually), but because its creator is a dilettante buffoon; a clownish self-involved figure who inexplicably positions himself as the focus of the film, and yet has no business making movies of any kind.”
Ultrasuede: In Search Of Halston
First, I am going to send you all over here to read the entire review. Because it is full of awesome.
Like this bit, ” Another comical choice is documenting Liza Minnelli’s advice, telling Sudler-Smith go beyond the drugs, the sex and the superficial, and Sulder-Smith then going towards those subjects like a moth to the burning white light.”
And of course his mommy was in the “documentary about Halston. The reviewer says, ” Opening with shots of Sudler-Smith driving around in his Trans-Am (no, really, and this trope continues throughout), the doc begins with the director wondering aloud who Halston was, and delivering glib, unironic statements.
Another comical choice is documenting Liza Minnelli’s advice, telling Sudler-Smith go beyond the drugs, the sex and the superficial, and Sulder-Smith then going towards those subjects like a moth to the burning white light.e, “The ‘70s had everything. Sex. Drugs. Disco. And great fashion.” As Sudler-Smith remembers how glamorous and exotic the designer seemed to him as a child, he then has the gall to shoot himself going to his wealthy mother’s mansion and asking her why she thinks her son was drawn to this subject (WTF?). ”
Then we can copy our favorite insult into comments and laugh and laugh.
Seriously, you don’t have to watch Southern Charm or know who Whitney is to enjoy this review. Go now. Thank me later.
Updated: Um, one of y’all just sent me this photo. Thanks for the nightmares. If I am going to have them, you should to. You’re welcome.