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Jack­ie – first look review

08 Sep 2016

Woman in red dress standing in an ornate room with furniture and artwork.
Woman in red dress standing in an ornate room with furniture and artwork.
Natal­ie Port­man gives a stun­ning cen­tral per­for­mance in this emo­tion­al por­trait of the icon­ic First Lady.

There’s a sequence in Chilean direc­tor Pablo Larraín’s aston­ish­ing Eng­lish lan­guage debut that imag­ines Jacque­line Kennedy roam­ing around the White House gulp­ing Stoli, chain-smok­ing and mourn­ing the loss of her hus­band and her life as she knows. The scene evokes the des­per­ate sad­ness, dri­ving home her grief with a resound­ing profundity.

The dark peri­od short­ly after Jack­ie became a wid­ow is in safe hands here, as the astute and polit­i­cal­ly engaged Lar­raín refus­es to bend to peri­od biopic con­ven­tion. The direc­tor pre­vi­ous­ly showed his adept­ness at bring­ing human­i­ty, pas­sion and a strong sense of time and place to com­plex dra­mat­ic nar­ra­tives with 2012’s No. Here Lar­raín and screen­writer Noah Oppen­heim bold­ly spec­u­late on Jackie’s state of mind through frag­ment­ed mem­o­ries which are ele­gant­ly piece togeth­er to form a rich char­ac­ter study.

With any dra­ma that rep­re­sents real-life fig­ures there’s always the dan­ger that the cast might veer towards ham­my mim­ic­ry. Lar­raín does not allow that to hap­pen and with the cast­ing of Natal­ie Port­man in the lead role, not to men­tion the tal­ent­ed sup­port of Peter Sars­gaard as Bob­by Kennedy and Gre­ta Ger­wig as con­fi­dante and sec­re­tary Nan­cy Tuck­er­man, he thor­ough­ly suc­ceeds in cre­at­ing an inti­mate and grip­ping por­trait of the icon­ic First Lady.

Port­man switch­es grace­ful­ly between putting on a con­trolled pub­lic face and let­ting her emo­tion­al guard down in pri­vate. While speak­ing to a reporter, played bril­liant­ly by Bil­ly Crudup, who nails the cyn­i­cal glances and lead­ing ques­tions of a jour­nal­ist in search of a scoop, she only breaks down once but still edits that out of the arti­cle. Oppenheim’s script paints their inter­ac­tions as two wor­thy oppo­nents engag­ing in a game of chess, as they sit com­bat­ive­ly oppo­site one anoth­er across a din­ing table and on a ter­race. Gerwig’s ten­der turn is of par­tic­u­lar note owing to the nature of her character’s close friend­ship with Jack­ie dur­ing this dif­fi­cult time.

Both Jackie’s emo­tion­al state and his­tor­i­cal lega­cy are placed under the micro­scope as the film lays out the rea­sons for her redec­o­rat­ing the White House, a project that became hap­haz­ard­ly cost­ly. Behind closed doors Jackie’s iso­lat­ed release of anguish is woozi­ly con­veyed via Mica Levi’s (Under the Skin) dis­ori­en­tat­ing string com­po­si­tions; a show­er scene in which the cam­era holds its gaze on Jack­ie as she wash­es blood from her body is par­tic­u­lar­ly haunting.

The atten­tion to detail of the cos­tume design, par­tic­u­lar­ly Jackie’s ball gowns and wool Chanel suits, includ­ing the can­dy pink one she wore the day John was assas­si­nat­ed, is par­tic­u­lar­ly impres­sive. As is the décor of the White House, which is intro­duced via a black-and-white reen­act­ment of a tele­vised 1961 tour of the build­ing led by Jack­ie. It isn’t until much lat­er that Lar­raín shows us the hor­rif­ic ordeal she expe­ri­enced in Dal­las on 22 Novem­ber, 1963 in full detail.

Stand­ing beside her husband’s cas­ket, Jack­ie thinks back to the shock and hor­ror of cradling his head in the motor­cade and Lar­raín expert­ly whisks us back to that infa­mous moment in his­to­ry, thrust­ing dis­tress and pan­ic out of the death­ly silence. Ear­li­er in the film, exhil­a­rat­ing images of the car zoom­ing to Park­land Hos­pi­tal are shown from behind, the black jack­et of Secret Ser­vice oper­a­tive Clint Hill blow­ing in the wind as America’s bright future fades into the distance.

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