A superbly crafted film about a sympathetic sociopath, Monster deserves to be appreciated for much more than Charlize Theron’s Oscar-winning performance as serial killer Aileen Wuornos. For instance, it deftly shows a seamy side of American society, the confounding and sometimes tragic forces of sexuality, and the inexorable momentum of a criminal enterprise once begun. Add in Theron and Cristina Ricci’s star-crossed lovers for a supremely satisfying movie-watching experience, notwithstanding the distasteful story.
Wuornos – profoundly tragic, the daughter of a child molester – was born-to-be-bad. A sex worker from a young age, she coped through heavy self-medication. IOW, she was a raging alcoholic who saw herself as perpetual victim. No matter her legitimate beefs, this proved a recipe for destruction, since if you’re always the victim, it’s OK to retaliate by any means necessary, no matter who gets hurt.
Strong and able to take on all comers, physically and sexually, Wuornos was a disaster waiting to happen.
Writer-director Patty Jenkins’ film shows how Wuornos’ incendiary persona fell into a criminal enterprise that would fund a new life for her and her girlfriend. Never mind that the first killing was in self-defense. Once in, with a taste for success, getting out became inconceivable.
This is often the case with crime, but few crime movies present it so masterfully. Bravo.
Charlize Theron so deserved the Oscar she won for playing Wuornos. Beneath a layer of mottled makeup, she embraced the indignities of the role, the sort of commitment that Hollywood admires, as do reviewers.
Christina Ricci’s mousy lesbian provides a soft counterpoint. Both actresses bravely present themselves in unflattering fashion: pudgy, with flat hair and makeup. They pull it off in a testament to their acting skills.
The rest of the strong cast have little more than bit parts, including:
Beautiful film, well crafted – lyrical in places, hard core in others. Writer-director Patty Jenkins established herself as an accomplished auteur here. Why hasn’t she made another movie in the seven years since?
Brutal and nasty, albeit with enjoyable moments of Sapphic eroticism.
The real Wuornos was like a fictional movie character. How’s this for a hothead?
You can’t make this stuff up.
As to The Last Resort, she was in fact finally apprehended at that biker bar in Volusia County, Florida. The Last Resort indeed.