Marilyn

Hello Audience

I haven't posted in a while, and I deeply regret that, but today I had to because something moved me, more than anything has in a long, long time.
I watched the film 'My Week With Marilyn'.
If you've seen it, you'll probably understand what I mean and why I was moved. If you've not, let me sum it up: the concept of the film is taken from the memoirs of a man named Colin Clark (The Prince, The Showgirl and Me) and is focused on his time working on a film with Marilyn and the closeness that they shared for a short time, I recommend you watch it, it's beautiful film making and has a magnificent cast.
I've always been interested in the life of Marilyn, her mother was never there for her and she suffered so much, often expressing feelings to escape, live a normal life, be a normal girl.
I think in a way, Marilyn touched so many people because everyone can connect to her, whether it's in admiration or envy of her beauty, perhaps awed by her charm,  simply impressed and inspired by how she performed maybe. Or you could feel connected to Norma Jean, to who she was under the make up, the tragedy of her life, the pills, the alcohol, her desperation for escapism, the countless fruitless relationships, the pure insecurity she lived with and the pressure that was put on her as the most famous woman in the world.
I personally relate to her tragedy, she never felt that she had a home and she crumbled under her fame, self destructive some might argue.
She was lost.
Under everyone it seems, lies something more, and no matter how perfect a person can seem, they could be dying inside, but does anyone care enough to look? Rarely.
I think I've made my point.
Out.