Just like JFK's beloved Camelot, Jackie Kennedy's life was a show, with all the salty tragedy necessary to create her triple-strand Princess America pearls.
She wore his head on her sleeve after JFK's death, but was a secret smoker, and hid all-seeing eyes behind dark sunglasses.
Reviewers are gushing over Natalie Portman's portrayal of Jackie but I found it to be caricature-like and too thickly frosted.
The film's recreation of Jackie's White House tour was a highlight as it showed the artiface of her image and the great trouble she went to to appear so poised. I rewatched the original tour and, as I suspected, her speech was not as cartoonish as the reinactment suggests.
Mica Levi's dramatic soundtrack, coupled with Portman's bold portrayal, painted this film as almost pantomine but much more watchable than the standard cookie-cutter biopic.
(my tea towel, handed down from my Aunt)
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