Blonde isn’t easy to watch. It grotesquely perverts the life of a public icon under the guise of delving into her psyche — and yet accomplishes it by repeatedly violating her. I went into the film firmly expecting fantasy, and even with expectations, Blonde really is a string of inconceivable hardships. It portrays tragedy after tragedy, most of them exaggerated or fabricated. By including and retroactively exploring false examples of trauma, Blonde reveals the difficulty with displaying such scenes: audiences…
