Oh, Jackie

Rating: Null/10 (29 November 2016)

A definitive best picture candidate. I assure you it is definitively impulsive. You'd rather guzzle a glass of wine than your regular movie theatre tap soda.
The story of Jackie. Starring Natalie Portman. Who would've known. Such impenitence by the campfire in tranquil. Far and wide. The harking embody is cinematic expulsion of Bogart-Dean partiality's. Such as...
a) the dirty dish (the significance here is in it's unique faults), it flourishes from skyward visions to low bound frequencies. In essence it is cunning and remains.
b) the flagon fled-rising: She was the black swan, but now she ponders in red
c) Kones, 1943.
Nothing reaches the bounds of it's being to the nth degree. Jackie swifts and sonars in i- measurable quantification. Richard E. Grant spellbinds the vitality to the hymnal degree.
Nigh^.
In the end, what my 3 pointers pontificate is the basis of understanding this movie's dialogue. You must surge into the very nature of this movie's community. Once you slightly grasp it, Oh boy does Jackie ever grab you.