What the bloody hell? I’m a blubbering mess. I just finished watching My Week with Marilyn at 00:52 GMT +8 on Wednesday, April 3, 2012. It was definitely one of the most wonderful movies ever made, and that’s saying something!
I was never a fan of memoirs and so forth, not when the stories aren’t historical or from a fiction I loved. But My Week with Marilyn is simply amazing. Of course, I wasn’t wild about Marilyn Monroe, even if she’s one of the most amazing woman in the world. I wasn’t born when she was, so I don’t know her like I do my idols right now. But blimey, she’s one heck of a woman, if any of Michelle Williams’ acting is to be my basis.
I absolutely adored Emma Watson’s role. Well, anything that Emma did, I find it adorable. Now, that! That woman is my idol. She practically Marilyn in my life. But that wasn’t what I want to talk about.
I want to talk about the emotions I’ve been feeling since watching it, considering it’s only 1:02 GMT+8, right? My emotions are pretty high and it literally stops me from sleeping. Clark’s memoirs are wonderful. Even if I wasn’t into Marilyn, the way she drank pills, but goodness, the woman’s a great actress, you couldn’t help but admire her when she’s in the screen. I think Williams did a great job portraying our beloved Marilyn Monroe.
Somehow, I wanted to be in front of the camera. She knows what she’s doing, alright? Well, probably half the time she does. I hope I’ll be in front of the camera someday, showing off what I can, and hopefully conquering the fears and insecurities of my existence.
