Affecting but meandering; unintentionally funny while cleverly eliding some important facts; honest but unrelentingly safe. You can't not love Celine, which makes it easy to love a self-portrait. But non-fans don't get much to chew on besides a few half-ed bangers, and a truncated medical story randomly spliced between a hagiography and some truly incredible displays of wealth (and a butler named.. Barrington?).

Like an intimate tour curated by its own subject? This is probably for you. If you want…