It’s been a while since I wrote any type of review, so forgive me if I’m a little out of sorts. With the nights getting darker and the temperature dropping, there’s nothing better than curling up to watch a film – lets get back into the swing of it, even more so given that Go Daddy automatically renewed my domain for another year. THANKS!
My Week With Marilyn revolves around a man called Colin Clark (Eddie Redmayne), as a humble but keen film lover, who wants to worm his way onto the Laurence Olivier (Kenneth Branagh) film being shot in London. Low and behold, Marilyn Monroe (Michelle Williams) is the star of the show, and while everyone else gushes and loses their minds around her, Redmayne becomes infatuated with the person behind the stardom.
I must confess that I haven’t even seen a single one of Miss Monroe’s films, so while I can comment on the film in general, perhaps the relevancy of this film with specific regards to Michelle Williams’ performance of Marilyn Monroe is wasted on me. It’s a strong performance, but it is about the only redeeming feature in this dubious tale of love and fame.
Fumbling British toffs and angry yanks bicker, and a fuzzy nostalgia filter is used in order to accentuate the nonsensical perception of bright and dreamy 1950s Britain. From the outset it is clear that this is a film designed purely for two things in mind; Oscars, and to continue to perpetuate the British movie stereotypes.
It’s a drab and ultimately empty affair overall. While the intention was to be a glimpse into the world of Marilyn, all it did was cement my belief that people will watch anything. This story is hardly a story, it appeared more like a fantasy that moved at a snails pace, seemingly hollow and emotionless. An utterly ridiculous film, where the excellent performance by William’s is lost amidst a sea of mediocrity.