Rebecca Hall is spectacular and the lack of attention her performance got still stings me to this day. Unfortunately, Campos really fumbles the handling of Chubbuck's suicide. By showing the act in gory detail and focusing on the half-formed message of the piece instead of ending when she commits the act, his film ends on an exploitative note that feels like an insult to the woman at its center.
This film stands at the intersection of exploitative / sensationalistic media, mental illness, and the Nixon trial. However, Campos doesn't seem to find the thread that holds these themes together narratively, and because of this, the film is completely hinged to Hall's performance. Ultimately, she delivers, but the film does not.
Christine - far more concerned with the slow burning development of mental illness than sensationalism - successfully captures it's real life subject with compassion and understanding. The writer's own experience with depression makes the film almost autobiographical. Campos' empathy for Christine shows through and his influences from classics like Akerman to contemporaries like PTA shine without feeling ripped off.
During it's first half you're convinced you have found the great overlooked film of 2016: the colours and the framing and the smart dialogue... it all zips along like PTA scripted by Aaron Sorkin. But it seems to lose something halfway through, with deepening pacing and construction problems. Yet it never takes away from Rebecca Hall's astonishing performance.
Period detail was amazing. Rebecca Hall was Suberb but she could not hide how much of a fox she is even while dressing down.I liked how it kind of let you draw your own conclusions on her ultimate motivations and never treatd the audience as rubes. Having said that it was lacking something.Maybe it's just ultimately not that interesting of a story or character. Dnt wNt to believethatbut its how the director left it.