Really mind boggling how this director and the film’s source material possess so much antipathy for its subject and desperately want to turn her into a punching bag. Instead of making a real, cohesive film, Andrew Dominik has abhorrently thrown together a series of sequences designed to do nothing more than humiliate and beat down the legacy of Marilyn Monroe. Everyone knows she had a complicated life, but you don’t have to turn the suffering up to a 12 to make your point that society, the men who surrounded her, and the entertainment industry severely used and abused her.

Though the cinematography and score were nice (serviceable to the story, but aspects I still appreciate), Dominik thinks he’s stylistically doing something edgy and out of the box (I have to laugh at him prematurely declaring this an all-timer), when in reality he’s showing us that this is nothing more than a poor man’s attempt at a David Lynch and Terrence Malick hybrid. Pablo Larraín would never.