A film by Pablo Larraín
Cast: Natalie Portman, Peter Sarsgaard, Greta Gerwig
Following the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy fights through grief and trauma to regain her faith, console her children, and want to preserve her husband’s historic legacy in doer to do that the invites a journalist in her own term to tell her story.
What a beautiful performance by Natalie Portman who is married to a French guy and suppose to live in France soon that is beside the point. Noah Oppenheim’s brilliant screenplay fells claustrophobic and it is centre on Jackie. Jackie has invited a Life Magazine journalist played by ( Billy Crudup) in which Jackie is invited to give her own version of what happened on that fateful day in Dallas, Texas.
Here Natalie Portman embodied Jackie essence so well that you forget that you are watching Portman you think you are watching Jackie who had the physical illusion of the elegant woman whose fashion statement, sense of style and grace. But Portman capture much more how she walk, talk, breath, her speech, her smile, to the grief-torn woman in total control of her public and private image, that revealed her vulnerability in private. Of course her priority is clear making a mark in history and leaving a legacy for people to remember. Plus her husband indiscretions where Larrain did not go there it kept it on Jackie the all time. We see Jackie going from room to room with new outfits popping pills, drinking wine, vodka, and smoking cigarette wondering in her mind what is she going to next. Peter Sarsgaard here shines as Bobby Kennedy I did not recognised him at first until he started talking. Plus Greta Gerwig who plays Jackie confident and John Hurt is the Irish Catholic priest with whom Jackie can let her guard down. The assassination scene here is perfect, short and beautifully shot. Even the music for building the tension was dead on. Even the decor and the costumes were out of their world I think Larrain nails it here. Here you have it a great film not to be missed.