A lot had been said about Michelle Williams’ performance as Marilyn Monroe. I just have to say that it was a damn fine impersonation as it should be because this movie didn’t really offer anything new about the subject.
All I learned was that Marilyn’s disturbed, always forgot her lines, dependent on drugs, oftentimes horny, completely fragile, and yet a great actress. It was something probably everyone already knew (or you could read from a second-rate biography).
The tacked-on love story involving the narrator and a lost Emma Watson further diverted the plot from its star. I was thankful to see Dame Judi Dench (never losing her brilliance even for a second) and Kenneth Branagh providing strong support. This movie succeeded as an acting showcase, but completely failed as a biopic.
(Originally published March 2, 2012.)