Brett Ratner's latest documentary "Melania" is a soulless, cringeworthy attempt to humanize the enigmatic First Lady, reducing her to a shallow caricature that fails to reveal any real substance or depth.
The film, which has been touted as a biographical exposé, feels more like a hollow exercise in self-promotion. The documentary follows Melania's preparations for her husband Donald Trump's second presidential inauguration, capturing the tedious details of her fashion fittings, table settings, and even her concern over a loose white blouse. However, beneath the surface of this trivializing portrayal lies a disturbing undercurrent of shallowness.
Melania's performance is listless and unengaging, delivering lines with all the passion and conviction of a sleepwalker. Her voice is akin to sheet metal, rendering her words devoid of emotional resonance or genuine human connection. The film's editing is similarly uninspired, moving through the action at a glacial pace that feels more like an endurance test than a cinematic experience.
One cannot help but draw parallels with Jonathan Glazer's "The Zone of Interest," which cleverly critiques the insidious power dynamics at play in Trump's administration. In contrast, "Melania" is more akin to a gilded trash remake of its predecessor – a superficial, designer-driven distraction that fails to illuminate or challenge anything meaningful.
Despite the film's pretensions to reveal something profound about Melania and her experiences as First Lady, it ultimately delivers a dispiriting, deadly, and spectacularly unrevealing experience. Even Trump makes a cursory appearance, boasting about his election win and complaining about the football game – an awkward and inconsequential cameo that serves only to underscore the film's lack of depth.
In the end, "Melania" feels like a hollow tribute to its subject, proffering little more than a shallow exercise in self-aggrandizement. Its star-studded premiere may have generated some buzz, but beneath the glamour lies a soulless, cringeworthy documentary that fails to deliver anything remotely meaningful or engaging.
The film, which has been touted as a biographical exposé, feels more like a hollow exercise in self-promotion. The documentary follows Melania's preparations for her husband Donald Trump's second presidential inauguration, capturing the tedious details of her fashion fittings, table settings, and even her concern over a loose white blouse. However, beneath the surface of this trivializing portrayal lies a disturbing undercurrent of shallowness.
Melania's performance is listless and unengaging, delivering lines with all the passion and conviction of a sleepwalker. Her voice is akin to sheet metal, rendering her words devoid of emotional resonance or genuine human connection. The film's editing is similarly uninspired, moving through the action at a glacial pace that feels more like an endurance test than a cinematic experience.
One cannot help but draw parallels with Jonathan Glazer's "The Zone of Interest," which cleverly critiques the insidious power dynamics at play in Trump's administration. In contrast, "Melania" is more akin to a gilded trash remake of its predecessor – a superficial, designer-driven distraction that fails to illuminate or challenge anything meaningful.
Despite the film's pretensions to reveal something profound about Melania and her experiences as First Lady, it ultimately delivers a dispiriting, deadly, and spectacularly unrevealing experience. Even Trump makes a cursory appearance, boasting about his election win and complaining about the football game – an awkward and inconsequential cameo that serves only to underscore the film's lack of depth.
In the end, "Melania" feels like a hollow tribute to its subject, proffering little more than a shallow exercise in self-aggrandizement. Its star-studded premiere may have generated some buzz, but beneath the glamour lies a soulless, cringeworthy documentary that fails to deliver anything remotely meaningful or engaging.