This is Ana de Armas in Blonde, the Marilyn Monroe film based on Joyce Carol Oates book. It bugged me. For a bunch of reasons. Lately there have been a bunch of fiction films based on historical figures that have been challenged for their distortion of events. "It's fiction", the filmmaker of this one said in response. Which bugs me. If what I'm saying on screen is wholly invented then why should I care? Creative license is one thing but if a depiction of a real person become wholly dependent on the subject point of view of the creator I'd rather watch a documentary. It does look great and has some great moments of drama but I kept wanting to look up the wikipedia pages of  the people involved to see what was true and what was made up - never a good sign. It also does what a lot of these films do to create sympathy. It presents everyone around the main characters in their worst possible light in a way that's not quite believable.  The thing that really bothered me though, was that "Marilyn" spoke in her stage whisper almost entirely throughout the film, even to those close to her. Having recently heard Marilyn Monroe's actual voice on phone recordingsI know it was much huskier and more genuine than the famous sexy baby-talk she used in public. That seems like a lost opportunity. I feel like hearing her real voice gave me more insight than anything in this version of her life. That's what a good documentary will do.  These days truth is a fluid enough concept and people are all too credulous for their own good for this not to matter.