Overcast skies are a prison to me. It's depressing to walk bound to Earth, shielded away from what's beyond our common home.
A few years ago I spent hours each night to sit on the balcony and look at the sky. I was mesmerized by the distant stars, comforted by the tandem moon, in awe of the vast space inbetween. It was an overwhelming feeling of absolute tranquility to know this life is but a spark, myself but a flake…
How the desire for revenge can drive a woman who is as fierce as blood so fresh it melts through solid ice. While at the same time, she carries the vulnerability of a mother made a sinner out of necessity, ashamed of who she had to become, yet determined not to run from what must be done.
I do understand where the outrage and controversy surroundig this movie is coming from.
I think it is due to a simple misunderstanding: This is not a biopic. This is not about Marilyn Monroe but about the myth that is Norma Jeane Baker. From this point of view it does succeed, albeit with a lot of cruelty and fetishization, but that is what it is supposed to be and how it might have to be in order to truly portray accurately this piece of modern American mythology.
And when have we decided that cinema must not be cruel?
The ethereal expression of art lies in the composition of the picture, color and shape, music, sound and texture, as well as the portrayal of emotion in speech and movement.
While a painting may contain shape, color and a manifest of movement, a piece of music the arrangement of sound and its texture and a novel the evocation of an image in the readers mind, it is film that remains the masterclass of art. As it seeks to commune the…