A few good performances here and there do nothing to prevent this sappy, doe-eyed production from falling head-first into tedious territory.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
The subject matter is interesting but I was disappointed with its delivery. The screenplay is repetitious.
| Original Score: C+
Whether or not this brief episode is emblematic of Monroe's life, it makes for a frustrating and inadequate movie.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
The magic on-set moments meant to make Marilyn's inconstancy worthwhile don't come off as such, which leaves us to wonder just why anyone would put up with her.
There are any number of more interesting movies that could have been made with this material.
First-time feature film director Simon Curtis has made a minor picture about a minor picture, major talents notwithstanding.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
A dubious idea done in by Adrian Hodges's shallow script and Simon Curtis's clumsy direction.
It seems like oversimplified hogwash, but that's how films like this go.
Its taken-for-granted target audience should feel manipulated enough to rebel against such obvious Weinstein Co. Oscar bait.
While My Week With Marilyn acknowledges the void between her public persona and private life, it does very little to fill it.
| Original Score: 2/5
Shimmying stiffly in too-tight dresses, exaggerated belly padding protruding awkwardly off her modern waif frame, Williams's voice and movements reflect study but not feeling.
Ms. Williams tries her best, and sometimes that's almost enough.
A hacky, obvious biopic, directed with a crabbed lack of visual flair, and marching through its predetermined story with stentorian dullness.
| Original Score: 5/10
Williams' impersonation is up to scratch, and adoring her isn't too hard. She captures the lilting voice and eagerness to please, and her heart-shaped face makes for a likeness that's sometimes uncanny.
Curtis occasionally takes his characters out of Pinewood, but they're never really set free, either in physical or emotional terms.
Look at how Williams goes from unconsciously being Marilyn to consciously "acting" her. Would that the entire movie were as eloquent.
Little more than a For Your Consideration ad stretched to feature length.
Out of one side of the film's mouth, we hear, 'Isn't it a shame, what celebrity culture did to this girl?" and out of the other side, 'Good God, look at her! She's a goddess!'
The narrative is bogged down in detail, meaning Colin's infatuation arrives and departs too quickly and without much insight into his mental state.
The egregiously lackadaisical vibe ensures that the novelty of the premise slowly-but-surely wears off...
| Original Score: 2/4