Brett Ratner's new documentary 'Melania' – a film that should have been avoided altogether – has finally hit theaters, serving up an unapologetically dull and gaudy remake of Jonathan Glazer's 2004 critically acclaimed drama 'The Zone of Interest'.
What was supposed to be a revealing look into the life of Melania Trump, First Lady of the United States, ends up being a tedious exercise in style over substance. The film follows Melania as she goes about her day, from fashion fittings to state dinners, with all the excitement and energy of a sedated sloth.
The documentary – if one can even call it that – fails to provide any real insight into the mind or motivations of its subject, instead opting for shallow, superficial glimpses into Melania's daily routine. The film's pacing is glacial, with long stretches of footage showing Melania moving through her various events with all the passion and enthusiasm of a sleepwalker.
One can't help but wonder if Ratner had anything other than a purely aesthetic goal in mind when making this documentary – was it truly intended to be a serious exploration of Melania Trump's life and legacy, or simply an excuse for the filmmaker to showcase his own taste in designer clothing and opulent sets? Either way, the result is a film that feels like a gilded cage, trapping its viewer in a never-ending cycle of boredom and tedium.
Despite the best efforts of the director to create a sense of drama and tension, 'Melania' ultimately feels like a choreographed exercise in style over substance. The film's climax – which promises to be some sort of grand revelation about Melania Trump's inner workings – instead amounts to little more than a shallow, feel-good moment that barely registers on the emotional spectrum.
In short, 'Melania' is a terrible documentary that fails to deliver on even the most basic level. It's an exercise in style over substance, and those who subject themselves to its tedium will be left feeling thoroughly underwhelmed.
What was supposed to be a revealing look into the life of Melania Trump, First Lady of the United States, ends up being a tedious exercise in style over substance. The film follows Melania as she goes about her day, from fashion fittings to state dinners, with all the excitement and energy of a sedated sloth.
The documentary – if one can even call it that – fails to provide any real insight into the mind or motivations of its subject, instead opting for shallow, superficial glimpses into Melania's daily routine. The film's pacing is glacial, with long stretches of footage showing Melania moving through her various events with all the passion and enthusiasm of a sleepwalker.
One can't help but wonder if Ratner had anything other than a purely aesthetic goal in mind when making this documentary – was it truly intended to be a serious exploration of Melania Trump's life and legacy, or simply an excuse for the filmmaker to showcase his own taste in designer clothing and opulent sets? Either way, the result is a film that feels like a gilded cage, trapping its viewer in a never-ending cycle of boredom and tedium.
Despite the best efforts of the director to create a sense of drama and tension, 'Melania' ultimately feels like a choreographed exercise in style over substance. The film's climax – which promises to be some sort of grand revelation about Melania Trump's inner workings – instead amounts to little more than a shallow, feel-good moment that barely registers on the emotional spectrum.
In short, 'Melania' is a terrible documentary that fails to deliver on even the most basic level. It's an exercise in style over substance, and those who subject themselves to its tedium will be left feeling thoroughly underwhelmed.