Anonymous wrote:“From the first seconds of ‘Melania,’ we know we’re watching a commercial: the camera swoops and glides over the luxury waterfront estate Mar-a-Lago, and then, back on the ground, a snakeskin stiletto emerges from an S.U.V. Visually, it’s slick but exceedingly mid,” Lauren Collins writes. “The director Brett Ratner cozied up to the Trumps after spending years in movie-biz exile amid multiple allegations of sexual harassment and assault. (He has denied wrongdoing.) For his comeback, he has summoned all the artistic ambition of a local Realtor who just got a drone.”
“Throughout the 104-minute run time, the shoe motif continues: Melania watching television in heels alone; Melania meeting a former hostage in heels alone; Melania sitting on a couch alone and, at the end of a long day, removing her heels,” Collins continues. “After a while, ‘Melania’ starts to feel like an OnlyFans account crossed with that meme of Kim Jong Un visiting factories. You can’t exactly blame Ratner for relying on a veneer of glamour. How do you capture a subject whose feet are more expressive than her personality?” Read her full review of the self-defeating documentary:
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