'My Week with Marilyn': Seven Days In Analysis
 Popcorn Columnby Michael S. Goldberger
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'My Week with Marilyn' reminds viewers that no other actress has the mystique Marilyn Monroe possessed. |
While we all acquire a coming of age tale, Clark's passage to maturity, portrayed by Eddie Redmayne, just happened to intersect with the famous siren in question. Though the story starts off slow, centered around the combative meeting of Marilyn and Laurence Olivier on the set of "The Prince and the Showgirl," in good time we are seduced.
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Problematic at first, we quickly realize that Monroe's beauty cannot be successfully imitated, otherwise somebody would have. But giving credit where it is due, though her facial features more resemble Ava Gardner's (just color the hair), Michelle Williams does capture much of the allure that was Marilyn. It's a complex challenge, met rather well.
The same goes for Kenneth Branagh as Olivier. Though nowhere near as possessing of the great thespian's handsomeness, the noted Shakespearean is otherwise a natural. Pompous and outraged but all the same as smitten by the blonde bombshell as is the young storyteller to be, his Sir Larry provides the filmmaker with excellent balance.
The setting is Pinewood Studios and the British countryside. The kingdom is all abuzz with the fair damsel's visit. And both stars, exact opposites at their craft, expect no less than total Sturm und Drang. Witnessing the self-fulfilling prophecy is our fledging movie biz wannabe, having gained his front seat to the fireworks through pure determination.
Even Clark's landed gentry folks couldn't get him anything higher up than 3rd assistant director and personal gofer to Olivier. But that’s just fine for the star-struck young lad who soon finds himself a buffer between Monroe and those forces, real and imagined, bent on destroying her. She has brought her curiously sad mishegoss to the scene.
There's nothing very new here aside from the details surrounding the making of the movie Olivier, much to his exasperation, chose to direct. However, by portraying several matters and situations in an objective context, the mostly sympathetic look at Marilyn does establish an angle from which viewers might draw their own conclusions.
The pathology is your familiar, hackneyed, little girl abandoned syndrome. Now grown, she’s an idol, with lots of power. Hence, subconsciously or not, Marilyn will wreak her revenge on anyone who becomes enamored of her. Dare fly near the flame and you might be consumed. Poor hubby Arthur Miller, fleeing the set, bellows, "She's devouring me!"
We can only hope Clark doesn't become Pip to Monroe's albeit beautiful variation on Miss Haversham. Milton Greene (Dominic Cooper), her business partner, whose real-life son is currently contending that Clark's work is complete fantasy, warns Clark. He's been there. Since discarded and relegated to gatekeeper, he assures the same fate awaits Clark.
Meanwhile, as filming trudges arduously, often delayed by Norma Jean's tardiness or Olivier's outbursts of impatience, a war between the orthodox thespian and the method actress ensues. Adding fuel to the pyre, Marilyn's acting coach, confidante and advocate, Paula Strasberg (Zoe Wanamaker), wife of Stanislavski guru Lee, is forever meddling.
What makes the enmity especially engaging, however, is the rather ambiguous mutual admiration society that evolves. Annoyed when Marilyn can't do a scene because she "doesn’t feel it," he drones, "That’s why it’s called acting." Yet, when she gets it right, he marvels at her natural instinct. Terrified, she so wants to please the theatrical legend.
So, to a backdrop continually emphasizing what an international celebrity and showbiz phenomenon Marilyn is, we become engaged in a quandary of fame, privilege and the currency that is beauty. Let's face it: If Monroe were just plain Jane Doe and acted out her anxieties with such resultant disquietude, we'd doubtfully issue her a pass.
It's a familiar conundrum, a disservice often attending famous folks cruising for a bruising. Still, while neither profound nor revelatory, Curtis' seemingly responsible treatment offers a buffet of food for thought. And thus, viewers with a taste for mulling such matters will want to put "My Week with Marilyn" on their moviegoing calendar.
“My Week with Marilyn,” rated R, is a Weinstein Company release directed by Simon Curtis and stars Michelle Williams, Kenneth Branagh and Eddie Redmayne. Running time: 99 minutes.
