If you wanna watch a movie gasp for air as its own pretentiousness and refusal to end pushes it past the brink of watchability, Blonde has that for you. Just as Marilyn felt held hostage by the world of exploitation and trauma she lived in, it feels like this movie is holding Ana de Armas hostage and the only way for her to get out of it is to keep doing her best, but the movie's brutal runtime keeps it from making a single point. It's a fever dream that never ends, and I get that was Andrew Dominik's goal but could he have made a movie for an audience instead of just himself? And maybe a cohesive movie with a structure while he was at it?

Also, the torture porn nature of the graphic content in this movie makes Euphoria look like Sesame Street.