Blonde review: “Ana de Armas is luminous in a kaleidoscopic study of Marilyn Monroe”

The way we consume celebrity and the fact that those who burn white-hot in the spotlight are frequently least equipped to deal with the onslaught is at the heart of Blonde, Andrew Dominick’s gorgeous/grotesque adaptation of Joyce Carol Oates’ fictionalised novel charting Marilyn Monroe’s life. 

Though it opens with the intense dazzle of an arc light, the camera pushing in to reveal the mechanical guts of the bulb, Dominick isn’t interested in clinically dissecting the reality behind Monroe’s carefully crafted persona. This is the filmmaker who gave us the dreamy The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, after all. Instead, Blonde creates a mood board of the various narratives the star told herself and the public, inviting audiences to assess their own culpability in the ravenous disassembling of the famous.

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