Active communal learning and the mystery of how doing things together
can be more than the sum of its parts. What makes a great review? We kicked it
around, went to see something, and reviewed it…. together.
We met in a café with the space and outlook
to encourage this sort of thing, and in return we bought pots of tea. Then we went
out, saw what we saw, talked, argued, discussed, and had a laugh. Then next
week back in the café the writers read out their reviews, and everyone reviewed
the review.
This is a review of a recently released film, written by a member of the group, Siobhan
Twomey:
My
Week With Marilyn (15) (Simon Curtis, 2011)
Marketed
officially as “The true story behind the secret relationship between Marilyn
Monroe and Colin Clark”, My Week With
Marilyn is based on the book of the same title by Colin Clark, the
well-connected, if lowly 3rd Assistant Director on the film
production of The Prince and the
Showgirl. The original film was shot in 1956, and was hoped to provide
Hollywood glamour to Laurence Olivier’s career and acting credibility for
Monroe.
It
is the story of how the world’s most beautiful, vulnerable star found the only
trustworthy person on set to be the the boyish 23-year old set runner, who
worked directly for Olivier. With her
was new husband, famous playwright Arthur Miller, who left early into the shoot
even though it was also their honeymoon. Her entourage also consisted of her
acting coach Paula Strasberg, and her business manager Milton H. Greene, both
to keep the famously, unreliable star on task, one through constant flattery,
the other, through a constant drugs supply. Then there was Olivier, whose
patronising and impatient treatment of his co-star meant poor Marilyn really
had no truthful person to turn to. Step
in our young hero to rescue the distressed damsel. And so, (as Clark himself called it) the ‘fairy
story’ begins. He gets to spend time
with her in her house, on a trip to Windsor Castle, to his old school Eton and
an impromptu swim in the rural river Thames which ended with a kiss. He even
ended up sleeping in her bed with her, but an honourable gentleman to the last,
he did not take advantage of his beautiful, married friend.
Whether
the viewer believes that the details of this story are true, the film is
nonetheless amusing and it is enjoyable watching a smitten, young man drawn in
by this fabulous star into improbable situations. The leading roles are played out plausibly by
Michelle Williams (Marilyn), Eddie Redmayne (Colin) and Kenneth Branagh
(Olivier). Williams displays the essence
of Monroe’s disjuncture between being an insecure human being and the dumb
blonde persona grafted on to her by whispering to Colin when a small crowd
gathers “Shall I be her?” “Who?” he puzzles, “Marilyn” and she launches into
the giggly, flirtatious character she is famous for at the gates of Windsor
Castle. Marilyn Monroe, the brand is
intact and she has inspired many followers from Debbie Harry to Madonna as well
as countless fancy dress and drag queen portrayals. Marilyn Monroe, the enigma still remains, as
does the belief in the cult of the celebrity – the difference is now it is shamelessly
accepted that talent is not a pre-requisite in the pursuit of fame and fortune.