BY DWIGHT BROWN (NNPA Newswire Film Critic)

3 stars out of 5

Grace Jones is a pioneer, an androgynous model who became a singer, actress and performance artist all rolled up into one. She well deserves a comprehensive biofilm, one that her fans can appreciate and new admirers can adore.

This unique, 10-year in the making slice-of-life documentary may not be what her most ardent followers crave. But it’s something.

Born in Jamaica (1949) and raised outside of Syracuse, New York, she was a shy, repressed daughter of a Pentecostal minister. It was no wonder that Grace rebelled—big time. By the 1960s she lived in a New York City hippie commune, was a go-go-dancer and heralded the effects of LSD. A blossoming modeling career took her to Paris in the ‘70s, where she did runway for Yves St. Laurent, appeared on the cover of Vogue and was roommates with fellow models Jerry Hall and Jessica Lang.

Jones short hair, bright lipstick and post-modern, futuristic clothes made her popular with the paparazzi and an alluring spectacle, both on and off the runway. A distinctive singing career followed with her eclectic blend of club music, rock and soul (“La Vie en Rose,” “Love is the Drug,” “Nightclubbing”). Acting gigs ensued (“Conan the Destroyer,” “A View to a Kill,” “Boomerang”). Romances with Dolph Lundgren and her partner/photographer Jean-Paul Goude, slapping a British talk show host on live TV and being notoriously late for gigs further stirred her pot of controversy and legend. It’s important for us to put her breakthroughs, insights, achievements and media storms into perspective. Why? Because, this short-sighted film never does.

Instead, documentarian Sophie Fiennes (“The Pervert’s Guide to Cinema”) prefers an unconventional creative strategy. In “Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami,” viewers will not see poignant, archival footage. They won’t discover her deepest darkest secrets or witness informative interviews. Nor will they learn about Jones’s impressive stats: Grammy and MTV Video Award Nominations, No. 1 Billboard club music hits like “Pull Up to the Bumper.” Jones was dubbed the 40th most successful dance artist of all time.

This enigmatic, cinema verité look at Ms. Jones (five years’ worth of filming, five years in post-production) plays more like an extended reality show than a biodoc. The filmmaking is intrusive, and you never feel like the camera is an inconspicuous fly on the wall. It’s as if Grace is looking in the mirror, never in a natural, guard-down state. Think Real Housewives of Atlanta, but then subtract the extreme highs and lows.

A 2016 concert demonstrates that Jones hasn’t lost much of her snarl or bewitching charm. Watching her use costumes and lighting as an integral part of her act, reminds us that, back in the day, she set worldwide fashion and performance art trends (à la David Bowie).