The cast is a who’s who of British film royalty and young up-and-comers. Recognizable faces appear for a total screen time of about 40 seconds (taking my mind away from the film wondering why Jim Carter would be cast as a throw away bartender, or if it’s necessary to hire Derek Jacobi to play a castle librarian for 10 seconds.) I adore these actors and love seeing them, but it seems all so frivolous. Emma Watson makes her first appearance in a big film outside of the Harry Potter series, to play the wardrobe girl Colin first falls for. She allows for some minor morality plays to be made, but ultimately is a pointless character that may have existed in real life, but brings nothing worthy to the story, and is merely another distraction.
While being a retelling of an almost unbelievable story that sounds like something someone tells you at the company water cooler, the film seems to take the stand that, with all her flaws, Marilyn was just a natural born talent that could take your breathe away. It was the case, but do I need this story to tell me that? This was never meant to be a biopic, but I still feel empty from the film’s lack of a stance on her life. It plays to all sides that were, or could have been. She is portrayed as the victim one minute and the manipulator the next, but only for brief moments before going back to the clear stance that her stardom is glorious.
Most of the world would jump at the chance to spend even one hour with a celebrity they idolize, and My Week With Marilyn is the filmed version of one man who got just that chance. But beyond that, the film doesn’t have much more to offer. Funny and charming, it holds its own beyond Williams’ eye catching work, but it leaves too much flapping in the wind to be considered much of anything else.
Rating: 3 out of 5 ‘Staches