Sir Laurence Olivier is making a movie in London. Young Colin Clark, an eager film student, wants to be involved and he navigates himself a job on the set. When film star Marilyn Monroe arrives for the start of shooting, all of London is excited to see the blonde bombshell, while Olivier is struggling to meet her many demands and acting ineptness, and Colin is intrigued by her. Colin's intrigue is met when Marilyn invites him into her inner world where she struggles with her fame, her beauty and her desire to be a great actress. Written by
In addition to the continuity error about the anamorphic lens seen in the preview theatre two different versions of the rushes are shown in that scene. When Olivier and Vivien Leigh are watching they are looking at a very wide cinemascopic version but, when it cuts to a different angle as they stand up to leave, the image is more of a 16:9 ratio. See more »
In 1956, at the height of her career, Marilyn Monroe went to England to make a film with Sir Laurence Olivier. While there she met a young man named Colin Clark, who wrote a diary about the making of the film. This is their true story.
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Michelle Williams, who spent months watching Monroe's films and devouring biographies on her, acknowledges that she found Clark to be an unreliable narrator.
"When you read both of his books, you do get the sense that he's writing with the advantage of hindsight, and he's put some awfully big words in his own mouth," said the actress.
In the account of the missing week, Colin and Marilyn have this wonderful interlude where she is kissing him and hanging out and sneaking off to spend time with him. In the book, unlike the movie, she even is willing to have sex with him, but he declines. They go skinny dipping, sleep in the same bed and really become close.
But in the diary section, there is no difference in his attitude toward Marilyn after the missing week. Here he is, her big defender, who adores her, who could even have been her lover, had he chosen to do so, and yet at the end of the week, he is, in his personal diary, emotionless and even vaguely disdainful on the subject of Marilyn Monroe.
It's also weird to write an account of something and leave out the best part and then go back five years later and, as an afterthought, get around to writing about your intimate friendship with a cinematic legend. There's nothing in his book specifically about Marilyn that he couldn't had found out. He claims that she told him all kinds of intimate details, which coincidentally appear in virtually every biography of her.
It is jaw dropping that so many people believe that all of this really happened. I guess people are eager to believe in what they like to believe.
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