The FBI plays hardball with Jean Seberg while Kristin Stewart's portrayal hardens the softness of the former movie star in this bio that only partially covers her life. Covering the bureau's investigation period of her which director Benedict Andrews infers more than led to her blacklisting, miscarriage, divorce, emotional breakdown and eventual suicide, it gives the limited Stewart plenty to pout about, but little to dig into.
The script by Joe Shrapnel an Anna Waterhouse comes out swinging as it portrays the agents as a bunch of lascivious dysfunctional family leaders who kick dogs, literally. No attempt at all is made to blame saint Jean or address the emotional problems, infidelity and drug use that plagued her during her lifetime.
Stewart, modeling some chic outfits is simply too boyish and hard to resemble the naive neophyte. Instead we get a paranoid, horny, alcoholic given cover by the actions of some seedy FBI agents running roughshod over her career as an excuse for it. To make matters worse there's a deus ex machina attempt at redemption by an agent in the film's climactic scenes bringing an even more hackneyed finish to a poorly told story.
The script by Joe Shrapnel an Anna Waterhouse comes out swinging as it portrays the agents as a bunch of lascivious dysfunctional family leaders who kick dogs, literally. No attempt at all is made to blame saint Jean or address the emotional problems, infidelity and drug use that plagued her during her lifetime.
Stewart, modeling some chic outfits is simply too boyish and hard to resemble the naive neophyte. Instead we get a paranoid, horny, alcoholic given cover by the actions of some seedy FBI agents running roughshod over her career as an excuse for it. To make matters worse there's a deus ex machina attempt at redemption by an agent in the film's climactic scenes bringing an even more hackneyed finish to a poorly told story.