Worshipful piece on Julius Shulman, who made his living photographing other peoples' architectural works. This was fawning to a major fault. He was narcissistic and by the end of the film I found myself really disliking him and his admirers.
It didn't help that I don't care for the type of architecture that was being lionized here. I see it as cold, stark, stripped of human warmth. The opposite of cuddly. Something dreamed up by Germans in the 20's.
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