By Owen Gleiberman
Updated November 07, 2007 05:00 AM

He has spent a quarter century creating those erupting-fabric Chanel designs, but Karl Lagerfeld, like Andy Warhol, is as much a manufacturer of mystique. Beneath the Euro-mannequin facade — the gray-white mane, omni-sunglasses, and high starched collars he wears like an undead aristocrat — Lagerfeld turns out to be a very talkative and charming control-freak exhibitionist. Lagerfeld Confidential, while an undisciplined piece of filmmaking, offers a rare glimpse into the soul of the fashion world, with Lagerfeld, as he admits, surviving through his philosophical fixation on The New: life as the proverbial next season. B