On Sunday I watched the movie My Week with Marilyn. Have you seen this? I thought it was perfectly lovely, if not a little sad. It’s interesting; I feel like I’ve learned a lot of things about Norma Jean lately, and find that it’s hard to maintain that image of a glamorous, bombshell starlet in my head. The poor thing was so lonely, and looking for love in all the wrong places. Her death at the young age of 36 is truly a tragedy.
Watching the movie complimented this long article I’d read about her in this month’s Vanity Fair on Saturday; sometimes I think the publication timing of these things is not a coincidence! If you have a chance, definitely read this. It’s a fascinating excerpt from a memoir written by photographer Larry Schiller, who shot several exclusives with Marilyn, and who was one of a few to see her the day before she died. I love these types of articles, because it’s interesting to compare the lasting impression you have of a cultural icon with what the reality was.
PS — Michelle Williams was unbelievable as Marilyn in the movie. So, so good. You will also swoon over Eddie Redmayne. Oh, those British boys.