This film is nothing special at all. Its very well cast, especially Williams, Dench and Brannagh as well as the great supporting cast. However, there is very little plot and the story is predictable in every way. Its just a very average and forgettable film.

My Week With MarilynThe chemistry among the characters; despite of stellar performance, comes off a bit shallow as the audience fails to connect with it. The adaptation by Adrian Hodges isn't smart; even though gripping and keeps the audience engaged with it, for the missing puzzle in here is the poetic tone or a definite point that it never even attempts to reach for. It is rich on costume, production and make-up design but is short on other technical departments like sound department and editing which could have been a lot better if supervised appropriately. Simon Curtis; the director, lacks better execution skills especially around the edges which is a bit chalky in here. The feature scores majestically on performance where each individual supporting cast (Eddie Redmayne and Kenneth Branagh) is helping the protagonist (Michelle Williams) to reach the shore safely. The script is the real culprit in here that doesn't breed either the sincerity or the crisp out of the characters or the bubble that they all reside in, wasting a mighty window which could have utilized easily (especially when it's right there). My Week With Marilyn is an easy mundane week which is forgettable as soon as you are off screen.

Fame (and wealth) is todays aphrodisiac; and for all of us who didn't make it, there still is the secret backup dream of being made special by a special person in being loved by them - and better even being asked to rescue them.All we need for this dream to happen is a superstar whose center is even weaker than ours, and the luck to be the right person at the right time in the right place, (regardless of any gender constellation).Whilst we do lie to us that we would "truly"would love and care for that troubled star whom the entire world (except us of course) does not see for "who they really are", what actually happens is a selfish game going on which most people aren't aware of, so the deal is: "You give me fame and/or wealth and/or beauty, and therefore I do care for you." It's prostitution in disguise, whether this happens with a star, a (financial) powerful person or a pretty one. So stars were in the same predicament of having slept their way up as us who leech around them.The consequences are devastating for anyone close to that game: Every one else will be stepped on and dumped, ones own dignity will be sacrificed by being used as a step-stone, and the star itself will not have their hole in their soul filled, so they will move on in an endless quest of finding more external sources of inspiration.The only protection and prevention for anyone involved is to work on ones own inner strength and poise in order to know our true identity - something which requires spiritual ground work such as meditation and/or contemplation.And this goes for any kind of relationship - with or without stars.

Colin, the apparent chum and tranquilizing love-buddy of Marilyn, fell for what appeared, and still appears as a matter of fact, to be the Greek goddess. It might have been a week for him, and an infinite clocks of wounds, but for the viewers of "My Week with Marilyn" it's only a bloody nightmare. Before going further, let's keep it clear that I loved the movie, the presentation is appreciable, and Eddie Redmayne was superb with his innocent looks and freckles. Kenneth Branagh was good too, only that there was nothing remarkably extraordinary in his act. Michelle Williams, while did justice to the task-at-hand, failed miserably at the hands of structural-mediocrity. The following might be offensive, but I'm not judging by her looks, I'm only stating plain, and hardcore facts that make her inauspicious for the role.Marilyn Monroe has no look-alike, and although some of modern-day actresses might imitate her style effectively, they may never do it the way she did—innately charming, and unflinchingly pound-making, if that's a word. Michelle Williams, while being awesomely good at acting, looks like a whore (prostitute for mild-readers). She's awfully broad-faced for Marilyn, has vacuum-cleaner lips, and is not pretty at all. Again, I have no issues with her acting, I never have, but c'mon, have some respect for one of the brilliant, and surely the most beautiful actress Hollywood has ever had to see. If you wanted a bloody Oscar nomination, you could have gone with Emilia Clarke (perfectly beautiful, knows how to act, has the mildly-chubby look for Marilyn, and most of all—not a whore (again, prostitute for mild-readers); just had to get rid of her British accent). Or, you could have gone with Carey Mulligan, who again, is far better than "Mr. Williams". Or it could have been Margot Robbie, Kate Hudson or Crystal Reed. Or you should have made the goddamn movie a decade earlier and had Nicole Kidman or Naomi Watts do the role! Everything was possible. You see, when it's about Marilyn Monroe, it's not only about acting. You could bring a real brothel-worker to ditto her acts, but that's the whole point, you don't have to just copy-paste them down, you gotta have the proper "diva", or it will just like a cheap and perverted, and night-club thingy. Why did you spoil such a beautiful theme, and such a brilliant imagery? I hate you for that.I agree that Michelle probably is only actress with plausible similarity in countenance, like a quarter of one-percent, compared with my suggestions (quarter of a quarter of one-percent). But audience would have liked anyone with half the beauty as Marilyn on board. They know no one can have her looks. Everybody's always reasonable, except those jerks behind the stages.P.S I loved Michelle in other movies—Brokeback Mountain, Blue Valentine, and several others.