Blondynka

Andrew Dominik recreates the heavy atmosphere surrounding Norma Jean’s horrific life right from the very first scene, with Hollywoodland in flames. His work with the picture, alternating cameras, colors and lighting and even picture size surprisingly enhances the storytelling, rather than being a distraction. Ana de Armas’ performance is fantastic, styled as housewife on the brink of madness, slash promiscuous movie star. The way the story is broken up into separate scenes is sometimes confusing, but necessary, otherwise the movie would have to last four hours. The dream and drug sequences at the end are a delight. The premiere of Some Like It Hot ("I Love Love Love You All") with the monster photographers is the high point of the whole movie. It is certainly more watchable than Mank, but Blonde just isn’t a movie for everybody. If you let it, it’ll swallow you whole. P.S.: The White House scene is far from a disappointment! (28.09.2022)

No, I will not look for positives in it and try in vain to find any reason why I should at least like this film a little bit. Blonde is an artistic hell and it doesn't matter that Ana de Armas went all the way to the artistic core with her acting. Given the sexual and nerve-racking scenes, I actually believe her. But when they have no logic and connection, I can't completely reconcile with it. Due to the unauthorized biography on which the film is based, I actually don't even know what is true and what is a lie. They made Marilyn Monroe a poor little thing who got everything bad that Hollywood of the times offered. Often it was unbearable and that's actually the only thing that suits the film. Watching it is really very unpleasant and mentally demanding. Similar films are made by Gaspar Noé, for example. With him, unlike this film, I want to know what will happen next, maybe even for its credibility, which was missing here. Here it was downright torturous. On the contrary, I thought I would rather die from the unbearable length... (30.01.2023)

Rewriting a fictional biography is a problematic category in and of itself. I dismissed Joyce Carol Oates' book years ago considering all the fabrications therein, but the filmmakers found it interesting to take this material and base an experimental look at the life of the eternally unhappy Marilyn Monroe on it. People who don't know the era and the old movies won't appreciate anything about it. MM fans and connoisseurs continue to prefer any other biopic (including the problematic My Week with Marilyn), while others may not care about this Netflix event. Blonde is just another pointless affair. It is instead important to point out that a film about or with MM has been in the works since her untimely death and thus is nothing new under the sun. (15.10.2022)

Blonde is an exceptional work for the same reasons many people hate it: its fragmentation, the excessive length of many scenes, the focus on the surface, the inconstant visual identity, the building of pressure without catharsis, it’s not an empathetic biopic but a pessimistic collection of horrors with a dissociated protagonist who wanders through her own subconscious – the whole film can be seen as her nightmare (also, the Badalamenti-esque soundtrack by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis is reminiscent of Lynch, who had prepared and ultimately shelved a film about Marilyn Monroe in the 1980s). The breaking down and decontextualisation of the myth and iconography of Marilyn Monroe work better in images than in Joyce Carol Oates’s graphomaniacal book on which the film is based (though the film uses the book’s narrative and storyline relatively consistently, its nihilism is closer to Ballard or Palahniuk). I understand that sexual violence, nervous breakdowns and ideas outside the boundaries of taste (a foetus talking to its mother) may be too much for some. I understand that not everyone will accept the concept of a film in which beauty is almost always associated with pain and sex with humiliation, a film that places the viewer in the extremely uncomfortable position of voyeuristic accomplice. However, I would expect critics to at least have the ability to distinguish between a real historical figure and a textual construct that serves a certain narrative or symbolic purpose, or rather between a misogynistic film and a film about misogyny (and the cruelty of the looks that strip a person of their identity and turns one into a projection screen for someone else’s fantasies). 90% (04.10.2022)

A TV tear-jerker. Blonde is a mosaic of the “experiences” of a tormented girl searching for her own identity and place in the world. It is engaging with its atmosphere, but needlessly long given how little information it provides. The constant illogical alternation of picture formats and switching between color and black-and-white scenes correspond to the protagonist’s confused mental state. It’s a simple yet original technique that works quite well. Ana de Armas is excellent, giving a committed and heartfelt performance. It’s a shame that her efforts are wasted on a film that can’t be appreciated by a broader audience. Andrew Dominik has something going for him as an artist, but he is NOT Terrence Malick. (29.09.2022)