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OPPORTUNITY UNRAVELS

WITH the title “Lagerfeld Confidential,” Rodolphe Marconi’s documentary should be over flowing with juicy secrets about the famed fashion designer and photographer.

It isn’t. Rather, it comes off as something that might have been made by Lagerfeld’s own army of publicists in Paris.

Marconi follows Lagerfeld – his white hair pulled into a tight ponytail, his fingers wrapped in bling, his eyes covered by his signature dark-lensed glasses – as he flits about the world, fouling the environment with a large private jet and a fleet of gas-guzzling cars.

Lagerfeld rubs shoulders with Nicole Kidman, Anna Wintour and Baz Luhrmann. Every now and then, Marconi musters the courage to question the 70-something designer (there seems to be a dispute about his actual date of birth), but the queries are soft, with little attempt to discover anything about the real Karl Lagerfeld. His sexuality, for instance.

The only time the German-born Lagerfeld is caught with his pants down (so to speak) is when he’s filmed without his shades. He quickly covers up and explains that being seen bare-eyed is a faux pas.

Marconi is a veteran filmmaker, and (according to the press notes) he “had almost unlimited access to Lagerfeld at work, shooting more than 200 hours.”

Then why is the end product so bland?

Perhaps Marconi was too in awe of his subject to get down to the nitty-gritty, or perhaps he sold his soul for access to Lagerfeld.

In any event, “Lagerfeld Confidential” proves to be a sad waste of resources.

vam@nypost.com

LAGERFELD CONFIDENTIAL

Designed to bore.
In French, with English subtitles. Running time: 89 minutes. Not rated (shirtless hunks). At Film Forum, Houston Street, west of Sixth Avenue.