Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami

Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami ★★★½

I'm a big fan of documentaries that take this more observational approach, presenting the subject as is. No talking heads, no narration, just the material in its most authentic form. Of course, as a narrative medium, documentaries still need to have some kind of arc. Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami doesn't seem to have much of one, nor does it even attempt to.

This is not to say that most of what we see isn't compelling -- I loved watching Jones perform, and I loved listening to her yell at people over the phone. Everything about her image is so carefully curated, not to present something that is false, but to assure the greatest sense of authenticity of vision. I suppose my real issue is with the editing, the way the material is sequenced. It has no shape, and in parts, it almost feels like we're just sifting through footage along with the filmmakers. I understand that Jones does not want to be manipulated, but to keep an audience invested for two hours, you need greater momentum.

I still don't know what the title of this movie refers to.

Rating: 67/100