"Jackie" transcends mimicry to achieve something greater - bringing the first lady's grief and resolve in the face of unspeakable loss to vivid life.
[Portman] captures Jackie's mincing, tinkly speaking voice and brittle politesse, but some inner emotional core, even in Jackie's most resonant moments, as in the weeks after the assassination, is lacking.
Pablo Larra�n's Jackie is an elegy to two slandered traits: self-consciousness and superficiality.
Matt Zoller Seitz
There are two movies in Jackie. One of these movies is just OK. The other is exceptional. The first one keeps undermining the second.
We all know the Kennedy story by heart, but you'll still never look at Jackie the same way again.
In some roles, Ms. Portman stiffens up and never seems to get out of her head; in "Jackie" this works as a character trait.
There's a mesmeric intensity to Jackie that's unlike any biopic of its kind, marked by a deliberate effort to narrow the scope to one woman's actions and reactions over the course of a few fraught days.
The real question is what Jackie as a whole adds up to, and the returns are mixed.
A potent cinematic provocation. Powered by a transfixing Portman as Jackie, Larrain's film - one of the year's best - is appropriately hard to pin down and impossible to forget.