Formally, it's often stunning. I like Dominik's bravado with high-contrast lighting, aspect ratio changes, and, well, pretty much most of what he does craft-wise (some poorly judged POV shots aside). But I'm surprised by the lack of curiosity the movie has towards its own subject. It's like Dominik is distracted by his own images, or is too busy crafting them to visual perfection to think about what he actually wants to say with them. Too often does it seem to participate in the gaze it wants to critique, and far too little of its time is devoted to illuminating the full range of its subject's personality. A narrowly imagined Marilyn Monroe, one quite strictly defined by tears, traumas, abuse, and objectification.