Watching: Jackie

I saw Jackie last weekend. It's hypnotic and claustrophobic and truly, deeply, wrenchingly sad, as well as completely cracked—but so was she, I suppose, and for the first time I understood why (at one point, you the viewer / voyeur see very much why, and perhaps more than you would ever care to). The lady next to me found it all a little absurd, I could tell, but I loved it to the moon & back and have revised all my previous opinions about Natalie Portman. Anybody willing to go that insanely all in has got to be a goddamn genius, and I will remember that performance for a long, long time.