At times, Juleen Compton’s The Plastic Dome of Norma Jean feels like a French New Wave version of A Hard Day’s Night or the lesser-known Arch Hall Jr. vehicle, Wild Guitar, refracted through the lens of an episode of The Twilight Zone. The strange blend of Merseybeat pop music, Americana naturalism, and La Nouvelle Vague aesthetics gives the film a surreal undercurrent. Coupled with a storyline that dabbles in mysticism and folk prophecies, The Plastic Dome of Norma Jean is nothing if not an oddity of 1960s American independent films, made all the odder by the fact . . .
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