Film Review: MY WEEK WITH MARILYN (dir. Simon Curtis) 2011
note: hey guys, running around a bit today with little time to post, but figured this might be of some interest to some of you despite not being explicitly Criterion-related (it does mention Jack Cardiff!).
Finally, a movie about Marilyn Monroe for people who’ve never wanted to know anything about her!
There’s precisely one interesting moment in Simon Curtis’ My Week With Marilyn, and the extent to which the film seems maddeningly oblivious to the beat’s significance and arresting effect is pretty much all you have to know about this sunny, staid, and schematic title, a film that seems made for The Golden Globes. Marilyn Monroe (a valiant Michelle Williams) has arrived in England to star in Laurence Olivier’s light comedy The Prince and the Showgirl, and she’s brought the full impact of untenable celebrity along with her. The production is fraught with tension from the start, as Monroe’s erratic behavior and crippling self-doubt don’t sit well with her director’s high-strung pragmatism (Kenneth Branagh is almost inevitably Olivier, hammier here than a Christmas dinner). Monroe’s only confidant on set is Olivier’s third assistant director, a plucky young lad named Colin Clark (Eddie Redmayne), who wears his mess of freckles as if they’re tiny moons of innocence that got lost on the way to his wide eyes. Clark’s dream is to become a filmmaker, and — thanks to a heap of determination and some rather auspicious family connections — his first gig has afforded him an intimate moment with the most famous movie star on the planet.