I can easily see why Marilyn Monroe might have turned to sleeping pills; watching this film left me feeling utterly hopeless, and that’s before the credits rolled. It's a truly disheartening experience, so bleak that it becomes difficult to endure. I searched repeatedly for any glimmer of positivity, but found absolutely nothing to offer even a small sense of hope.

It’s hard to describe *Blonde*; there isn’t much about it that would make me recommend it enthusiastically. Still, the film clocks in at almost three hours, and I didn't realize how much time had passed – I usually glance at the timer when a movie drags, but I didn't do that here, which suggests I was engaged with what I was seeing. I’m not entirely sure why it worked so well, to be honest. It just proved captivat…

The film portrays Marylin exclusively through her unhappiness, offering no other perspective. Attempts to verify details while viewing reveal numerous fabricated elements. As it progresses, one begins to question the nature of the experience itself. Ultimately, this isn't a successful depiction of actual events and falls short even as an imaginative story.

I had high hopes for '**Blonde**' when it came out mid-year, but I have to say, I’m let down. The film feels adrift; it’s essentially an imagined account of **Marilyn Monroe’s** life that lacks any real grounding. It’s simple to feel disoriented as the scenes progress and with so many characters (_to the point where someone unfamiliar with her story would struggle to identify them_) in a nearly three-hour movie. T…

This film proved to be a genuine letdown. It presents a slow-paced, cold, and fragmented view of what Marilyn Monroe's life might have been like, feeling almost like a series of disconnected events. Initially, I honestly couldn’t tell if Ana de Armas resembled Lady Gaga or Scarlett Johansson – either of whom, in my opinion, could have delivered a stronger performance – because her portrayal, while intense, felt stran…