Even though Marylin Monroe has been one of the most talked about and most admired actresses of all times, until very recently I have never thought more of her than another pretty face (mind you a very very pretty one). I was aware of her struggles and was sure that one should rather feel sorry for the woman who so desperately tried to please in order to be loved. But not until last night I was actually aware of how extraordinary she was and why people admired her so much.
After an afternoon at the movies I decided to end the day with something special and having seen “My week with Marilyn” show up at nearly every awards ceremony last year, I decided that this should be it. And boy what a treat it was. Not only was it a story talking about the love for the movies but the cast assembled was extraordinary: Kenneth Brannagh as Laurence Olivier, Julia Ormond as his wife Vivienne Leigh, Michelle Williams as Marilyn, the always delightful Dame Judi Dench as Dame Sybil Thorndike and Eddie Redmayne as the protagonist who tells the viewer about his week with Marilyn. Apparently this is a real story and while I believe the writer took some literary freedom I can imagine this story could have happened.
After some successful movies and newly wed to playwright Arthur Miller Marilyn Monroe arrives in the UK in order to star in a movie with stage legend Sir Laurence Olivier. Meanwhile eager Colin Clark wants to leave his posh family home and work in the film business. Being persistent and clever he gets a job as a Third assistant Director (pretty much a girl for everything for the director) but after a while his main job is to make sure the fragile super star shows up on set somewhat on time.
To the viewer as well as Eddie it becomes obvious that not everybody around Marilyn has her best interest at heart but rather their own. She is a bankable star so the producers, managers and other business people do what it takes to cash in on her. And if that means drugging her in order to play her role – so be it. Michelle Williams doesn’t so much play the role of Marilyn Monroe as BE her. She has he demure, her beauty and voice. So why was it so hard, also having her get her body – Marilyn was known to being a real women (rather than a size 0 stick) but when she skinny dips in a lake it becomes more than obvious that the curves she has in tight dresses are nothing more than a “Marilyn-suit” (I simply refuse to call it a fat suit because that would be plain ridiculous!). But apart from that nitpicking – Michelle Williams IS Marilyn Monroe.
But not only Michelle Williams stands out in this movie full of amazing actors. Kenneth Brannagh doesn’t shy away from showing the vain and proud Laurence Olivier with all his weaknesses but also in all his acting glory. It was also great to see the gorgeous Julia Ormond back on stage. After enchanting us in “Legends of the Falls” and “The First Knight” she slipped away but makes a wonderful return as the equally beautiful as troubled Vivien Leigh. I always have issues with the fact that casting directors apparently are not able to find the correct nationality for certain roles. At least British actors are mostly able to speak in a convincing US-American accent but I still found it weird to hear Toby Jones or Dominic Cooper speaking in such an accent. In one of her first roles after finishing “Harry Potter” Emma Watson tried to show that she is more than Hermione Granger but in all fairness, I need more convincing that this movie.
What this movie really is about is how awfully sorry you have to feel for Marilyn Monroe. Having a rare talent everybody in the business admired and envied her for, she was so unsure and insecure about herself that she needed constant support but looked in all the wrong places for it. At the same time this movie is a love letter to the time when actors were famous for their acting skills rather than their latest sex tapes. A time when making movies was still considered creating dreams. And Marilyn Monroe was the ultimate dream that everybody dreamed about but no one – not even the woman who embodied her – could ever hold on to.