Starring: Michelle Williams, Ken Branagh, Maggie Smith, Eddie Redmayne, Emma Watson Rated: R for some language
Based on the memoir of Colin Clark, the recent mini-biopic My Week with Marilyn is a rather toned down and plotless picture of one of the greatest icons of the 20th century. The film doesn’t follow her life, but instead centers around a one-week fling that Marilyn (supposedly) had with a young third assistant director while shooting a picture in England. The story tries to give this “behind the scenes” look at Marilyn, who was haunted by insecurities and lack of privacy, but it never goes into greater depth beyond that. Thankfully, Michelle Williams (who is one of the best female actors of this generation) rises to the occasion to give us what little life and depth her character has, and Kenneth Branagh’s Sir. Laurence Olivier is as brash and powerful of a performance as they come. However, the film had more sexual content than listed and I still failed to see the great truth that Colin supposedly discovers. At the end, a character metaphorically tells him that he’s grown up during the film, but never what, specifically, he learned during the ordeal. Broken hearts are only beneficial if you learn from them, and not simply a right of passage. Otherwise, you’ll end up like the pained and heart-broken Marilyn Monroe, who repeated her own mistakes over and over again.
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