Twelve hours later and the desire to write about "My Week with Marilyn" is barely there. I made the obvious joke via Twitter last night: "My (Movie of the) Week with Marilyn," and that's the thing. It's a contained piece that never breaks out in a visually interesting way and is kind of a slog as a result. Director Simon Curtis tries to give it some personality, but he never shakes the whiff of television.
The takeaway, obviously, is Michelle Williams's performance as Marilyn Monroe. And indeed, she's quite the breathy thing of beauty in this film, though I'm not as taken with her work here as others seem to be. She portrays a pair of Marilyns, the simple public icon and the clearly more complex woman striving to be an artist underneath. And if you're asking me (not that anyone is), that is the story, the intriguing dichotomy of star versus actor, not this limp tale of film set gopher Colin Clark's (Eddie Redmayne) first love that goes nowhere and does nothing to illuminate her or, really, him.