December 12, 2011 04:12pm
Michelle Williams' Marilyn Monroe
Source: Cinema Seen by William Margold
by: Company Press Release
About the same time that it first dawned on me that the female species was capable of coaxing nocturnal explosions from my lanky body… I became aware of a perfectly glamorous etched image of magnetic innocence and entrancing seduction named Marilyn Monroe.
It was the late 1950s, and up to that point, girls had essentially been rough and tumble buddies on the playground, and preening nuisances in the classroom. But no matter where I dealt with them, I always thought that they whined too much… and cried too easily.
Then I saw a film called "Bus Stop" and I was captured by the resiliently fragile paradox of Marilyn Monroe’s character… as well as by the lady herself. And while I felt my heart urgently wanting to protect her, I also felt other parts of me wanting to do considerably more with her.
Such thoughts, and many more, came rushing back as I watched My Week with Marilyn in the cool, dark desolation of one of the Hollywood Arclight’s auditoriums.
And I was painfully mesmerized to the extent of almost non-stop tears by Michelle Williams, as she transformed herself eerily into the iconic Sex Goddess.
While the film itself conjures "My Favorite Year" and is a slight affair based on the perhaps way too wishful thinking memories of a production assistant named Colin Clark (played with appropriate awe by Eddie Redmayne) who worked on a film called "The Prince and the Showgirl" wherein Marilyn was ill-matched against Laurence Olivier (portrayed with the expected amount of idol worship by Kenneth Branagh), it is a shattering showcase for the exceptional Ms. Williams.
Although I never met Marilyn, I’ve seen enough footage of her for me to comfortably justify stating that Michelle delivers a painfully perceptive, astoundingly seamless performance of a little girl trapped in a woman’s body who utilized her sexual wiles to get almost everything that she wanted. However, because lust was so easy to exhibit, and perhaps just as easy to dispense, the tragic underbelly of her existence was that she never seemed to really find love, and therefore was horribly lonely in a crowd of leering men who most likely were deluding themselves with thoughts that they were saving/protecting her… from everyone else… including herself.
I understand this all too well, because over the last four decades, I’ve been deeply involved with ladies in the Adult Entertainment Industry who, while looking for love, will offer and accept lust as a virtually self-defeating form of acceptance.
And one thing that I can attest to is that, with rare exception, I have never been hugged more powerfully, longingly and desperately than I have been by many of the XXX-rated ladies that I have befriended over the years. Indeed, while they want to get as close as possible, they are so genuinely scared of trusting, that they wind-up pushing back against their own innocent feelings.
A perfect example of this resistance process is that my great love (an adult actress named Viper) always referred to having sex as "Cuddly mocking."
I could run pictures of her, and many of the other legendary adult actresses that I have been honored to hug, but this page belongs to Marilyn Monroe, and how Michelle Williams portrays her, so all the pictures radiating here are of Michelle channeling Marilyn… or if you believe in such spiritual things, and in I what I call "transmigration of the soul"…Monroe channeling herself through Williams.