"Love, Marilyn"

The latest in a neverending series of public mash notes to cinema's ultimate sex goddess, "Love, Marilyn" is an earnest but cluttered recap, adding little insight to an oft-told life story.

The latest in a neverending series of public mash notes to cinema’s ultimate sex goddess, “Love, Marilyn” is a hybrid docu occasioned by the recent discovery of hitherto lost personal papers. Monroe’s writings, as well as excerpts from those by contemporaries, are read by an onscreen lineup of current stars who lend considerable marquee allure. But their presence also distracts, and the assembly of interviews and archival clips amounts to an earnest but cluttered recap, adding little insight to an oft-told life story. Best suited for upscale broadcast, Liz Garbus’ film was duly picked up by HBO at Toronto.

With: F. Murray Abraham, Elizabeth Banks, Adrien Brody, Ellen Burstyn, Glenn Close, Hope Davis, Viola Davis, Jennifer Ehle, Ben Foster, Paul Giamatti, Jack Huston, Stephen Lang, Lindsay Lohan, Janet McTeer, Jeremy Piven, Oliver Platt, David Strathairn, Marisa Tomei, Lili Taylor, Uma Thurman, Evan Rachel Wood, Lois Banner, George Barris, Patricia Bosworth, Sarah Churchwell, Amy Greene, Molly Haskell, Jay Kanter, Richard Meryman, Thomas Schatz, Donald Spoto.

Two unearthed boxes of diary entries, letters and whatnot (some of which were published in 2010 as “Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe”) provide the novelty and appeal to what would otherwise be a standard life-overview. The erstwhile Norma Jean Baker’s awful childhood, her stormy marriages to Joe DiMaggio and Arthur Miller, the paralyzing effects of her insecurities on film shoots, her problematic alliance with the Actors Studio, her pill consumption, et al., all constitute familiar terrain that makes “Love, Marilyn” seem redundant at times.

The first-person testimonies are more interesting, from archival clips of Susan Strasberg, John Huston, Joshua Logan, Jane Russell, Laurence Olivier and others to excerpts from memoirs and other writings by one of her many shrinks (read by F. Murray Abraham), Miller (David Strathairn), and analysts Gloria Steinem (Hope Davis) and Norman Mailer (Ben Foster), among others. Particularly flavorful are Oliver Platt and Paul Giamatti as Billy Wilder and George Cukor, respectively, both recalling their exasperation working with the hypersensitive box office sensation. There are also present-tense interviews with biographers, critics, Actors Studio contemporary Ellen Burstyn, and close non-celebrity friend Amy Greene (who shares some salty thoughts on Marilyn’s husbands).

But the main attraction here is Monroe’s own written thoughts, and their recitation by a starry gamut of modern thesps. Both deliver mixed rewards. Troubled by her own curtailed education yet a constant writer (even poet) nonetheless, Monroe is touchingly candid on paper, but even so reveals little previously missing from the public record of her private self (unless recipes she attempted in order to please DiMaggio count).

And while there’s no question Garbus has recruited first-rate talent to pay homage here, some of the most impressive names prove heavyhanded or simply miscast in attempting to channel the love goddess’s fragile spirit; moreover, having them act against green-screened archival materials has a tacky, pop-up televisual feel. Probably most effective in their straightforward readings are Jennifer Ehle, who gets a fair amount of screentime, and (perhaps surprisingly) Lindsay Lohan, who does not.

Limiting clips from predictable movie highlights, and skipping over several well-known titles entirely, the pic tries to emphasize lesser-known materials, including numerous candid photos, behind-the-scenes footage, and one uncomfortable live appearance on TV’s “Person to Person.”

It’s all entertaining, and will doubtless fascinate the subject’s many die-hard fans. But the revelatory quality that attended some of Garbus’ prior docus, on topics from Bobby Fischer to modern incarceration, is absent from what ultimately feels like one more unnecessary excavation of perhaps the 20th century’s least resting-in-peace sex symbol.

Assembly is expectedly polished.

Love, Marilyn

Documentary

Production

A Studiocanal presentation of a Diamond Girl and Sol's Luncheonette production. (International sales: Studiocanal, Paris.) Produced by Stanley Buchtal, Liz Garbus, Amy Hobby. Executive producers, Anne Carey, Olivier Courson, Harold Van Lier, Enrique Steiger. Co-producer, Julie Gaither. Directed, written by Liz Garbus.

Crew

Camera (color, DCP), Maryse Alberti; editor, Azin Samari; music, Philip Sheppard; music supervisor, Bonnie Greenberg; production designer, Mike Barton; set decorator, Cat Navarro; sound, David Hocs, Alan Barker; supervising sound editor/re-recording mixer, Christopher Koch; animation, Theo Alexpolous, Sean Starkweather. Reviewed at Toronto Film Festival (Gala Presentations), Sept. 12, 2012. (Also in Telluride Film Festival.) Running time: 107 MIN.

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