Dumb blonde plays it smart
ALL that matters about this lightweight look at a thin sliver of the life of Marilyn Monroe is Michelle Williams’ performance as the late, great screen siren.
Does she cut it as one of the most famous female figures in modern history? Yes, she does.
Williams’ work here is a skilfully selected collection of contradictions. Her acting is compact, yet dense. Her connection to the character of Monroe is emphatic, yet questioning. And every little thing she does on- screen is easy to watch, yet hard to forget.
Monroe’s bearing of her beauty ( and baring of her body) left little to the imagination. But there was more to the woman than curves, swerves and pouts.
So it is with great imagination that Williams ( pictured) reveals the rest of what Monroe was really all about.
Imagination, it must be said, is not the strong suit of My Week with Marilyn. It’s a fanciful ball of fluff about a fleeting friendship ( and maybe more) that Monroe shared with a lowly, young crew member ( Eddie Redmayne) on the British set of her 1957 dud The Prince and the Showgirl.
Monroe had been hauled across the Atlantic by the famous actor Laurence Olivier ( played to preening perfection by Kenneth Branagh) to lend the drab production a little Hollywood razzle- dazzle.
Instead, Monroe brought along her rinkydink entourage of acting coaches, agents and assorted hangers- on, and was soon putting the entire shoot in jeopardy.
Simply by being herself: a blazing star with too much self- awareness, and too little self- confidence.
Not a lot here we didn’t already know but, thanks to Michelle Williams, a lot to like.
Now showing Village and State Cinemas