It shouldn’t work, but it does. At first glance, photographer Bruce Weber’s film — his first feature since the 1987 Chet Baker documentary Let’s Get Lost — doesn’t appear to be about much of anything. But you soon realize that it’s about a little bit of everything. Ostensibly a profile of his artist/model relationship with Peter Johnson, a Wisconsin high-school wrestler who became one his most cherished subjects (and, in a sense, his muse), the film diversifies in seemingly unrelated directions, as Weber trains his lens on beauty in myriad forms: an elephant frolicking in the surf; the smoky, sonorous voice of Robert Mitchum; the chiseled physique of Brazilian jujitsu master Rickson Gracie; the spunky joie de vivre of lesbian cabaret singer Frances Faye. As befits its name, Chop Suey is a farrago of ingredients, a scrapbook of subjects that Weber happens to find interesting. He presents them in such a passionate and visually striking way that it’s hard not to agree.