Uncomfortable in its depiction of the suddenly-former first lady, the late president & their staff as royalty ('Camelot').

Reverence for political history is alright, less savory the vanity and privilege involved. First of those lavish, insider, fawning-over-'royalty' lifestyle pieces that Pablo Larraín did, and I can tell it's not meant for me, with its disturbing classism.

Jackie wears Chanel and others, smokes cigarettes, and is worried about the image, heritage, legacy. She talks to a priest, and does a 1:1 press…

Matthew Barney's Call of Duty (because of camos and guns) x Red Dead Redemption 2 (for its horses, hunting and skinning of wildlife, & snow areas) x nature documentary x modern retelling of a Roman myth of a goddess Diana that 'epicly' punishes a male trespasser.

It's wordless and very committed to art-making (Barney's patient engraver and his copper plates placed on interesting mounts in the wild), and the sights and sounds of electroplating are central and have their ASMR allure.…

The kind of film your English/German/etc. instructor would recommend, because they think it's a respectable, peer-approved thing to do.

In reality it's style-free (except Adjani's costumes); flimsy and obvious in form (and content, but that's a given), and so unaware of it. Tame, traditional, uptight.

I'd be generous and start w/ a good thing: 3x slo-mo, grainy shots of a bat in flight. So well-captured. 100 more minutes of that footage would salvage the flick.

Watched mainly for Isabelle Adjani.…

Old Masters-type of film, with a plodding pace and an air of being revelatory. I didn't get a lot out of this, but noticed muted, mature, somnambulic atmospherics; before allowing for internet-fueled interpretative freedom. It has mythical status, for being the last from revered Stanley Kubrick, and for touching on elite sex cults, if demurely. But the stately direction isn't meeting my subjective appreciation triggers for most of this 'seminal' film.

Thanks to online obsessives & conspiracy theorists who do go…