MELANIA
This 104 minute puff piece is an exercise in vanity. Directed by a predator, it attempts to glorify an opportunistic Slovenian-born gold digger who is married to a s*x offending husband and proves that in this elite swamp of coiffed hair and hot air, the only thing “Melanie” manages to “Be Best” at is vacuousness. No matter how much polish this documentary has or how well its scenes are framed, the subjects are so off putting that I can only judge it by who is on screen rather than how it was made. This gets half a point for the accidental comedy of the background staff, who are very aware of the camera and constantly stare into the lens like deer in the headlights, and one point for the audacity of the music department. “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones plays over the opening sequence, which features a sweeping drone shot of Mar-a-Lago, followed by a motorcade of black SUVs arriving at an airport where the FLOTUS boards a fancy private jet. It’s a tone deaf choice to use a protest anthem about societal decay, with “r*pe” and “murder” being “just a shot away”, and an antagonistic one given The Rolling Stones have a history of objecting to their music being used by political figures. Rumour has it that two thirds of the crew asked not to be credited to avoid the shame of association and in a stroke of irony, dozens of immigrants are featured, despite 47’s current rhetoric. Enough said.
SCORE:
Alex's Score 1.5/10