Laying bare the homosexuality he hid from public view, it’s hardly the red-carpet treatment the fiercely litigious pianist dreamt of.
Nor is it the fantastically kitsch biopic that some anticipated.
Rather, it’s a witty, classy study of relationships, sex and stardom.
Douglas pulls out all the stops while – somehow – avoiding caricature in a glittering celebrity portrait. If Soderbergh’s swansong doesn’t always mine great depths, it gives fabulous surface.