As always, the views expressed by Mr. Trustman are Mr. Trustman's views.
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Once upon a time the Academy members were largely old timers who knewthe business inside out, including the selection process and thecampaigning and credit games, and MY WEEK WITH MARILYN would have wonBest Picture, Best Director, Best Actress and Best Screenplay. Therecent influx of leftists, revolutionaries and gays have made suchpredictions impossible but the movie is, unquestionably, one of thisyear’s greatest even if it never does the business it should.
Michelle Williams has captured Marilyn exactly, uncannily,—I say,having met Marilyn once for an hour plus when my Boston law officerepresented the seller of the Connecticut house to her and Miller,—asweet, loveable, friendly, funny, frail, tormented, exploited, druggedand doomed little girl.
The movie is also, unintentionally, one of the truly great Hollywoodmovies in the sense that is demonstrates, almost clinically, how theindustry powers have controlled one great beauty after another withpills and a never-ending diet of power-hungry studio executives,vicious celebrities, empty and self-loathing super-rich, andsolipsistic studs. If any girl you know is dreaming of Hollywoodstardom, take her to see MY WEEK WITH MARILYN twice.
Missing from the movie also is the greatest Monroe tragedy, the factshe spent her entire life longing for a man who truly loved her forwhat she really was underneath it all, and when she finally found thatman, it didn’t work. Is it true that DiMaggio barred from the funeralany Kennedy or anyone from the rat pack?
HUGO is delicious although much too long. My French god-son, monfileul, looked a lot like Asa Butterfield was he was young. His nameis also Hugo.
