This was unreasonably painful to watch. This imaginative film - and that’s all it is, imagination - was based on JCO’s (also completely fictional) book about Marilyn Monroe. It’s so grossly far-fetched, they might as well have painted Monroe as having been raised by wolves and giving birth to the pope. It basically runs through her life at warp speed, exposes mini moments and rewrites those moments into the most insane series of fictional events to create in the viewer, an idea of what certain situations may have felt like to her fragile psyche. The timeline was accurate, but that’s all. There was absolutely zero truth in the so-called events contained within this disaster. They had her call her husbands “Daddy” to drill into the viewer that she felt like she needed a father figure due to her biological father’s lifelong absence. This Marilyn also has a Cuban accent and an ongoing three-way affair with 2 actors she barely knew in life. The constant switch from black and white to color and absurd dialogue gives a kind of poorly executed student film vibe. We don’t need to see our beloved screen goddess in this fantastical, grossly inept, nearly pornographic light. Why not just portray her as a rabid, winged, rain forest dwelling monster, as that would’ve been a far more accurate depiction. I don’t even think this disaster could, let alone should, be called a film. The real Norma didn’t breathy-speak and didn’t behave like a confused, fearful moron. The real Norma was whip-smart, witty, thoughtful and kind, even cynical at times and stressed to the max. Was she exploited? Traumatized? Yes, but she knew exactly what she was doing and she played the game, probably better than anyone else in Hollywood ever has. To paint her in the light this ‘Blonde’ thrusts her into, it’s insulting. I’m surprised this was allowed to even be shown, let alone made.