Brett Ratner's "Melania" Hits Rock Bottom as A Soulless Biopic of Style Over Substance
The film's star, executive producer, and alleged creative force behind the Trump administration's décor choices, former model Melania Trump makes her cinematic debut in this underwhelming documentary. The movie's tone is akin to a sadistic game of designer taxidermy, with Ratner presenting an insipid, overly polished portrait of the first lady that fails to provide any meaningful insight into her life or motivations.
Throughout the film, Melania moves with all the passion and enthusiasm of a sleepwalker, speaking at length but saying little of substance. The narrative follows her from Mar-a-Lago to Trump Tower, and finally to the White House, where she struggles with the fit of her white blouse – a plot twist that is both tedious and cringe-worthy.
The movie's attempts to humanize Melania come across as shallow and contrived, with the actress struggling to convey genuine emotion or connection. The film's central theme – Melania's devotion to her role as first lady – is woefully overhyped, and Ratner's direction fails to capture even a glimmer of authenticity.
One cannot help but draw parallels between this film and Jonathan Glazer's 2011 drama "The Zone of Interest", which similarly used style and glamour to mask darker themes. In this case, however, the 'glamour' is little more than a distraction from the vacuity at the heart of the film. Despite an exhaustive look at Melania's life, including her connections to Michael Jackson and Barron Trump, this documentary fails to provide any real depth or context.
Ultimately, "Melania" feels like a gilded trash remake of its own hype – a hollow, overly polished exercise in style over substance that fails to deliver on even the most basic level.
The film's star, executive producer, and alleged creative force behind the Trump administration's décor choices, former model Melania Trump makes her cinematic debut in this underwhelming documentary. The movie's tone is akin to a sadistic game of designer taxidermy, with Ratner presenting an insipid, overly polished portrait of the first lady that fails to provide any meaningful insight into her life or motivations.
Throughout the film, Melania moves with all the passion and enthusiasm of a sleepwalker, speaking at length but saying little of substance. The narrative follows her from Mar-a-Lago to Trump Tower, and finally to the White House, where she struggles with the fit of her white blouse – a plot twist that is both tedious and cringe-worthy.
The movie's attempts to humanize Melania come across as shallow and contrived, with the actress struggling to convey genuine emotion or connection. The film's central theme – Melania's devotion to her role as first lady – is woefully overhyped, and Ratner's direction fails to capture even a glimmer of authenticity.
One cannot help but draw parallels between this film and Jonathan Glazer's 2011 drama "The Zone of Interest", which similarly used style and glamour to mask darker themes. In this case, however, the 'glamour' is little more than a distraction from the vacuity at the heart of the film. Despite an exhaustive look at Melania's life, including her connections to Michael Jackson and Barron Trump, this documentary fails to provide any real depth or context.
Ultimately, "Melania" feels like a gilded trash remake of its own hype – a hollow, overly polished exercise in style over substance that fails to deliver on even the most basic level.