The rumors are true; Marilyn Monroe is fantastic. The set design; the Cinematography; the lighting, magnifiqué.
The editing as well as the story was a bit flat. But i felt bad for George at the end.
Oh my god… that was… not great.
I respect this so much, down to the 16mm film, the story, the bravery of embarking on this long, arduous journey to share this message, but huhhhh???
Everything skims the surface. Like I’m almost about to cry, but I stop, or I can’t because it’s a hair away from making me truly care. & this is me the whole time. Like there’s a lot of set ups & no payoffs. I’m left feeling emotionally robbed…