A faded European film icon is ready for his close-up. Helmut Berger, known for his work with Luchino Visconti, Claude Chabrol and Francis Ford Coppola invites us into his Salzburg apartment where he lives among the mementos of his fabulous past. The tiny bedroom is wallpapered with inscribed celebrity photos, the veneer furniture littered with trophy relics. Dried pepper strings hang from the kitchen ceiling next to hand-jiggered electrical wiring. The relationship between the filmmaker and his subject becomes increasingly entangled. Vodka-saturated, Berger finally, defiantly, lets his feelings be known. And, when Andreas Horvath takes a filming breather, Berger’s campaign intensifies, eventually enlisting his faithful cleaning lady. This filthy freefall into the wreckage of celebrity — John Waters’ favorite film of 2015 — is as darkly funny as it is revolting. Consider yourself warned. (AV)