My week with Marilyn

My Week with MarilynWhen I discovered that there was a movie being made about Marilyn’s week with a random third assistant director on the film, The Prince and The Showgirl, I must admit I cringed.
But as the pieces began to come together- Kenneth Branagh, Michelle Williams, Simon Curtis, and even Alexander Desplat, all gave me the assurance that I would not be disappointed. Truth is no one was disappointed. Taking home an Oscar for what could be the truest adaptation of another person ever, Michelle Williams blew me, and I’m certain everyone, away with her interpretive performance of Marilyn Monroe.
I think Michelle said it best when she stated that Marilyn Monroe was a character, a persona she herself- the real Norma Jean- created. I think many of us film buffs inherently knew that. As tidbits from Marilyn’s personal life would trickle into the public eye, failed marriages, a frown here or there, a thoughtful glance, you could feel that there was so much there, Marilyn never shared, possibly with anyone. A plethora of biographies have all since exposed the unhappy childhood, the insecurities, and the many unmet needs.
Its heartbreaking now to watch My Week with Marilyn and get such a clear vision of the pain that one of our favorite young starlets was going through, at that time, and probably many times throughout her life.
So I look at this film, and am grateful that at least she found some solace with the third assistant, Colin. And that he was able to share this story with us, to help bring us a little peace, knowing that while none of us could be there for her, at least he could.
I suppose we can conclude, that as she honed and perfected the actress persona of Marilyn Monroe, the real Norma Jean found it easier and easier to lose sight of who she really was. Easier and easier to suppress her authentic self, so that when Colin asks, why don’t you just leave it all; the people, Hollywood, everything, Marilyn can’t. Even here we see the timid, insecure, very fragile Marilyn contemplating what leaving all that would mean- that she would have to access, accept, love, and care for the real person inside. And no one else ever had, so how could she possibly take on that task herself.
For Marilyn, the lie that she’s happy, is easier to swallow than the truth that she’s not.
If you haven’t seen this film yet, its highly, with as many stars as are possible, recommended.

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