“You may think you know my story,” Jennifer Lopez intones in the prologue to her new film, “but you’ve never heard it from me before.”
This Is Me … Now, a “narrative-driven cinematic odyssey” released in conjunction with the singer’s ninth studio album, is presumably her attempt to set the record straight. A little over an hour after this introduction – having watched Lopez survive a high-speed motorcycle crash, single-handedly prevent a futuristic factory from exploding, get chased through the Bronx by ghosts and stalk around a luxurious Los Angeles mansion the size of a B&Q – I can’t say I felt any more clued up on her love-life than I had been beforehand. But I was vibrating to the tips of my fingers regardless, because whatever this is – movie, music video, open-door therapy session, entirely insane CG-drenched R&B cheese dream – it is a modern-day pop-art tour de force.
Part of the joy of watching This Is Me … Now is seeing an artist with nothing left to prove blow what must have been an obscene amount of money on a project that is both 100 per cent personal and at least 1000 per cent bonkers. Though the film is being released by Amazon, Lopez apparently had to fund its production herself: having seen it, this is easy to believe.
It is a loosely connected series of dramatic scenes and musical numbers in which Lopez reflects on her life as a serial monogamist. Some are highly allegorical – in the factory scene mentioned above, she has to repair an enormous malfunctioning metal contraption in the shape of a heart; one shot finds her sprinting past a leaking pipe marked “tear ducts”. Others, such as a wedding sequence in which she appears to be marrying three grooms at once, are staged and acted like rom-coms.