Exposition through narration and dialogue is pushed hard at the start of the film, to the point where it just seems hurried and lazy. This is of course done to move plot along to the Marilyn stuff as fast as possible, but still. There's a lot of sub-par performances throughout and some rather perplexingly bad dialogue. On the good side however, some the parts with Marilyn were quite enchanting (as they should be).
Nothing but praise for Michelle Williams' sensitive portrayal of one of the most famous women in the world. But the film, based on a dubious and questionable 'biographical' book, is wooden, too cautious and academic, and barely rises above the Sunday afternoon television flick level.
Fleeting moments, that sense of being on the fringes of stardom, starry-eyed, grabbing fragments of fame like a sycophant, hoping to hold on to something eternal, yet finding emptiness. An underrated account of a low-level operator in the film industry having a one-week, erotic encounter with Marilyn, sharing some brief experiences that guarantee a broken heart for life. Williams astounds, Branagh's Olivier, superb.
Ok, one star for Michelle Wiliams. Otherwise typical biopic that refelcts our time more than another period and repeats some perception of the idol, rather than exploring a life, or an aspect of the work. The movie states to do the opposite, but in my opinion it doen't. There were more interesting actresses and women at that time anyway.
I don't know too many films that are brought down by the editing. Unfortunately this was one of them. Everything was rushed and we didn't really get anything intimate out of the film. Williams was remarkable but her performance was never given the opportunity to shine. The whole thing was too light for such a dramatic subject.