Melania Trump is a scowling void of pure nothingness in her ghastly film – review

“No matter where [people] come from,” Melania announces during one of her grating voiceovers, “we are bound by the same humanity.” Though she speaks with a thick Slavic drawl, she refers only obliquely to her “country of birth” (Slovenia is referenced, directly, once). A parade of immigrants, including French-born fashion designer Hervé Pierre, appear to reinforce this vaguely cosmopolitan angle. “Opportunities, equality,” says Tham Kannalikham, a designer who moved to the US from Laos aged just two. “It’s really the American dream.” These are the good immigrants serving the Trump administration; a far cry from the ones in cages, the ones tear-gassed on the streets of Minneapolis, the ones festering in a jail cell in El Salvador.