So the weird way that Vreeland rushes past Beaton's 1938 antisemitic episode is one thing - particularly when it's immediately followed by all his gorgeous portraits of Wallis and Edward, who didn't exactly hate the Nazis.
(Not that Beaton even needs to be totally indicted over this! But putting in the context of casual anti-semitism among his upper-class friends might be helpful?)
But also Beaton just seems like a relentless snob, which gets pretty dull as the film tumbles forward. And so linear! Why? The photographs are beautiful, but is that enough?
I really liked Vreeland's Peggy Guggenheim doc, so I'm a bit bummed.