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“I rather think that had she endured, had she come ten years later, maybe it would have been different. But at that time – I mean, she came in at the height of the Hollywood system – and she was not alone feeling debased by the whole thing. It was a common complaint. Like [the way] John Garfield was a terrific actor – yet he did nothing but scream and howl. There was some demeaning aspect to the whole thing. So most of them went with it. They simply adopted the contempt with which they were treated. I think that’s what happened. Pretty hard to withstand – a culture of contempt. I think it helped destroy her.” — Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Seeing Monroe’s performance in 1952’s Don’t Bother to Knock<\/i>, as Nell, the psychologically shattered and borderline psychotic babysitter in a plush hotel, makes you wonder about all the roads not traveled. It makes you think of her courage in putting up with contemptuous projects like Let’s Make Love<\/i> or The Seven Year Itch<\/i> (one of the meanest spirited movies she was ever in) … and wonder what might have happened if she had been allowed to experiment. Now I’m not saying that her work, as it exists, in comedic gems such as Some Like It Hot<\/i> is somehow lesser, or somehow lacking. I’m already rather annoyed that comedy often takes a backseat to drama with a capital D. It’s why Cary Grant was stiffed in the Oscar department. You show me a better performance than what he did in His Girl Friday<\/i>!<\/p>\n
Billy Wilder said this about her (and it rambles a bit – this is a transcription of a conversation he had with Cameron Crowe):<\/p>\n
She had a kind of elegant vulgarity about her. That, I think, was very important. And she automatically knew where the joke was. She did not discuss it. She came up for the first rehearsal, and she was absolutely perfect, when she remembered the line. She could do a 3-page dialogue scene perfectly, and then get stuck on a line like, “It’s me, Sugar”… But if she showed up, she delivered, and if it took 80 takes, I lived with 80 takes, because the 81st was very good … \nShe had a feeling for and a fear of the camera. Fright. She was afraid of the camera, and that’s why, I think, she muffed some lines. God knows how often. She also loved the camera. Whatever she did, wherever she stood, there was always that thing that comes through. She was not even aware of it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
We all have magic in us. But Marilyn Monroe had movie<\/i> magic. And, like Wilder said, “…she automatically knew where the joke was.” That kind of sensibility cannot be taught. And in the same way that it is rare to find a man as outrageously good-looking as Cary Grant who is also a comedic genius, it’s rare to find a bombshell at the level of Marilyn Monroe who can nail jokes in the way she does (even when she is the butt of them)! But she is always the one who comes off smelling like a rose, even in nasty misogynistic pictures like The Seven Year Itch<\/i>, which tries to make a joke out of her (and women’s sexuality, in general). Watch that film and watch how she evades and eludes “capture” – meaning: she somehow, gently, subtly, by being totally innocent and guileless … evades being the butt of the joke. That takes guts. That takes smarts. Because, believe me, she was being set up<\/i> in that film. In many of her films, she was being set up<\/i>.<\/p>\n
So I love Marilyn’s funniness, it’s one of the most spontaneous things about her. But she always yearned to show more of herself, more of what she could do. Nobody wanted to see it. However, Don’t Bother to Knock<\/i> is early Monroe, or relatively early … her stardom hadn’t “hit” yet. So to watch her in this psychological drama (that has elements of a thriller) is astonishing.<\/p>\n
Who knows what demons Monroe battled on a daily basis. All I know is that sadness and fear flickers across her face in Don’t Bother to Knock<\/i> in a neverending dance. She seems truly dangerous at times. She never seems to push<\/i> the emotion, it seems to just happen to<\/i> her. She (Nell) is not fully control of herself and neither is Marilyn. I don’t know if Marilyn was “tapping into” her own wealth of miserable memories, or if it was her talent allowing her the ability to portray such fragility … it doesn’t matter “how” she got there. What matters is the end result. It’s a stunning performance, and most often not even mentioned when Marilyn Monroe’s career is brought up – which is a shame. She’s riveting.<\/p>\n
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Marilyn Monroe often played either naive breathless girls, easily taken in, a bit dopey, or vaguely trashy showgirls, who somehow have managed to maintain their sweetness. She never played bitter. She never played a wisecracker. That was not her thing. And whatever “experiences” she had had in her life, it had not touched that diamond-bright innocence inside her. Nothing could kill it. You watch her films and it’s truly amazing – how it is always there, even in projects that were not worthy of her. But she never played – except in Don’t Bother To Knock<\/i> – a truly damaged<\/i> woman. I suppose a woman with a body like that and a face like that was made to be a fantasy for audiences and audiences don’t really want to see their sex goddesses as damaged. Marilyn knew that better than anyone. She had a love-hate relationship with her beauty. It was her ticket to fame, she knew that, and she was truly grateful for it, and she knew how to use it. She was a master at creating her persona. But it was also what tormented her, and gave her such intense stage fright that she wouldn’t come out of her dressing room for sometimes hours<\/i>, staring at herself in the mirror. What was she looking for? How hard was it for her to drag up that sexy goddess on days when she didn’t feel like it? I don’t have much sympathy for those who respond to questions like that with, “Oh, boo hoo, cry me a river, she was famous, we all should have such problems!” I think it represents a truly ungenerous and stingy attitude, something that she faced daily, and struggled against. And so she would lock her door, and refuse to come out, terrified of the expectations placed on her, knowing that within her was an abyss of sadness that nobody wanted to see<\/i>. It had to have been horrible. I can only imagine. I don’t have that kind of beauty. I have no idea what that must be like. I think it’s indicative that she was often very afraid of directors, who could get impatient with her constant bungling of lines (it is thought that she had undiagnosed dyslexia) … but absolutely loved the crew, who loved her right back. They were her audience. They were not stingy. She would walk out of her dressing room, all dolled up, after having made everyone wait for hours, and the crew – hanging off their scaffolds – would catcall and whistle, and she ate it up. It was friendly. If you’ve ever experienced a friendly and appreciative<\/i> catcall (which is something some people just can’t imagine) then you know how nice it can be. It can totally brighten your day. I’m not talking about avoiding a certain block because there’s a construction site there and you’re fucking sick of having to walk through a goddamn gantlet (who knew?? I sure as hell didn’t!), which forces you into a sexualized atmosphere at 9 a.m. when you’re just trying to go get a coffee. That’s harassment. But some dude calling out at you, “Girl, YOU PRETTY!” like happened to me once … thank you, sir!! Marilyn was loved by those guys. Because they represented her fan base. Directors loved her too, in spite of themselves – they loved her because, like Billy Wilder said, even if it took 80 takes for her to get a line – if she nailed it on the 81st, it would be the best take ever, and it would be Marilyn Monroe<\/i>, after all … so that’s why she was paid the big bucks, and that’s why you sucked it up and tried not to mind having to wait around for her to get over her stage fright or whatever it was. But the love the crew had for her was simple and unhindered by concerns other than appreciation. Marilyn fed off of them. She played to them.<\/p>\n
In Don’t Bother to Knock<\/i>, she plays a resolutely unglamorous part. It’s not made into a big deal, like, “Oooh, look at the pretty movie star being plain-ed down” … It’s appropriate for the part. She wears a simple cotton dress, low heels, a little black beret – and when she gets on the elevator for the first time and we see her from behind, her dress is a little bit wrinkled. Like it would be for any woman who had just taken a long subway ride. It’s touching. Alex told me last night (she read it in some Photoplay magazine she owns. The woman is insane) that Marilyn had bought the dress herself at a five and dime for the movie. She had seen it, and known that it was Nell’s dress. I love the intelligence of that, the intelligence of her choice for the character. It’s perfect.<\/p>\n
Nell’s backstory unfolds slowly. When we first see her come through the revolving doors, we see a pretty woman, who seems unsure. Her step is hesitating. She looks like a raw nerve, everything making an impression on her, like she hasn’t been out in public for a long long time (this turns out to be true – but watch how Marilyn is playing it in the first scene, before we know anything about her. That’s smart acting. That’s building a character.) If we know the rest of Marilyn Monroe’s work, we may be forgiven for thinking that Nell is just another one of her naive breathless creations. She meets up with the elevator man, who turns out to be her uncle, who has gotten her a job babysitting for a child of guests in the hotel. The uncle seems solicitous, perhaps overly so. He says, “You won’t have any trouble babysitting, will you, Nell?” A bottomless look of sadness battling with fear comes over Marilyn’s face. It’s startling. This was my first clue that Nell was going to be a little different than Marilyn’s other characters. She says, “Of course not. Why would I?” She’s not defensive. But unbelievably sad that his question even needs to be asked. It seems to suggest that there might be something … wrong with her. The movie is full of tiny eloquent moments like that.<\/p>\n
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Nell is brought into the hotel room, and meets the parents of Bunny, the little girl she will be babysitting. The parents swirl out, leaving simple instructions. Nell reads Bunny a fairy story before she goes to bed. There is something touching here, and also not quite right. Marilyn reads the story in almost a monotone, a dreamy uninflected voice, as though she is trying to imagine herself into the story she is reading. Bunny is riveted.<\/p>\n
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Once Bunny goes to bed, Nell is left alone in the apartment. She’s aimless. When her face is in stasis, and when she is alone, all you see is her sadness. There’s no peace on her face. In the introduction to the parents, and in her dealings with her uncle, she tries to keep it together, and put on a social happy expression. But once alone, the mask is off. Marilyn was so rarely without her mask, and so it’s amazing to watch.<\/p>\n
Another thing that is fascinating about this film, and also singular in Marilyn’s career, is that she gets the opportunity to show anger. Rage. I can’t think of another film where she truly gets angry, where she asserts herself in that way. It’s terrifying.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, another story goes on in the film. Richard Widmark plays Jed, a cynical pilot, who’s been dating Lynn, played by Anne Bancroft. Lyn is a lounge singer in the hotel, Jed flies in on the weekends. It’s obviously a “friends with benefits” type situation, and Lyn has been okay with that, up until now. She’s portrayed by Bancroft as an intelligent and compassionate woman, who is not above having harmless fun, and she’s not the type to yearn for domesticity or put the pressure on him to commit. But there are qualities she senses in Jed that disturb her, and she finally has come to the decision that she can’t be with him anymore. It’s his coldness, the way he treats people … everything is seen through a cynical snarky lens … and any act of kindness is assigned a base motive. You can see it in how he treats Eddie, the elevator man, who tries to joke with him. You can see it in the contemptuous way he treats the woman who wants to take their photograph. Richard Widmark (ooomph, he’s sexy in this film) only has a couple of specific moments where these qualities can be displayed, and he nails them. We can see Lyn’s point. He makes fun of her. She says, “You lack what I need. You lack an understanding heart.” They “wrangle” back and forth in the bar of the hotel, and she’s pretty certain that she needs to walk away. He’s the kind of guy who has a little black book of names, always in his back pocket, but there’s something about this Lyn woman that has gotten under his skin. He can’t admit it yet. He’s too proud. But her calm and reasoned explanation leaves him restless, pissed.<\/p>\n
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Jed finds himself at loose ends back up in his hotel room, while he can hear the lovely strains of Lyn singing torch songs (or, to say it another way, Anne Bancroft lip syncing) through the radio on the wall, connected to the bar downstairs (a nice omnipresent touch). He pours a drink. He lies on the bed. He throws his black book on the floor. He’s cranky. And then he catches a glimpse in the window across the way – of Nell, dressed up in a gown, dancing around. A private moment. It’s a haunting image, and Jed is struck dumb. Eventually she notices him, and they begin a conversation across the space in-between. He figures out her room number from the floor plan on the back of the door, and calls her. They sit and talk on the phone, staring at each other from window to window.<\/p>\n
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Now one of the things that I really love about this film is Richard Widmark’s journey through it, and how he treats Nell at first, and then adjusts to the reality before him. Here’s the thing: Marilyn was really about 11 years old inside. I think that’s one of the reasons why pairing her up with someone like, oh, John Wayne, wouldn’t have worked. Wayne required a grown-up<\/i>. The thing about Marilyn, the captivating and also complicated thing, is that she was a little innocent girl in that sex-bomb of a body. And Richard Widmark’s Jed, a guy out for a good time, a guy looking, in this moment anyway, to fuck his loneliness away … only sees the body at first. But don’t we all? I can’t judge him for that. It’s quite a body. He looks at Nell, and sees … well … Marilyn Monroe … and he thinks: I have hit the jackpot here. There’s also a certain passivity in Nell (at first), a certain willingness<\/i> … and so Jed, who’s not in the mood for a fight, thinks that it will be pretty easy to seduce this one. And that’s what he wants right now. No more problems<\/i>, for God’s sake. But over the devastating course of their next couple of scenes, when he invites himself over to her room (not knowing, of course, that it is not her room at all), he begins to realize that something is not right. They kiss, they drink, they flirt … and something opens up in Nell, something is unleashed. She projects onto him all of her hopes and dreams, which is alarming – and has a kind of Fatal Attraction<\/i> feel to it. Jed gets that vibe. And instead of ignoring it, and taking what he thinks he deserves anyway (after all, she invited him over – she’s in a negligee – she knows what he wants!), he turns her down. And in so doing, becomes a better man. He shows his “understanding heart”. He doesn’t realize that that is what is happening in the moment, he just knows that seducing this woman would be wrong. Kim Morgan, in her wonderful review of the film<\/a>, writes:<\/p>\n
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