Speaking of Marilyn Monroe, many people (even those from Mars and Cats) have heard the name, seen her photos and movies, read her saga or all sorts of lace tales. I won't go into details here. What I want to say is the story of me and her over the past two decades, although it's not the kind of story that has to be told.
Actually, I haven't had a cold with her for a long time. When I was a child, I looked at her photos that have been copied N times, and changed dozens of angles and poses, and I could see how beautiful she was, what Ingrid Bergman, Audrey Hepburn, Sophie Ma Soo, which one is not more beautiful than her. However, with so many compliments right in front of my eyes, and the fact that so many people are fascinated by her, the fact that so many people are fascinated by her is overwhelming, and I can't help but feel uneasy in my heart: "Damn it, does it mean that there is something wrong with Lao Tzu's aesthetics?" Isn't it just a big chest and a big butt, and that chubby body is also called a standard body. Does it mean that the aesthetics of modern people has returned to the ancestors and returned to the Tang Dynasty? I'm baffled, I'm confused, but no one speaks. I just sigh that the Iraqi people have gone, and I can't come to defend myself.
Later, when I started to watch movies freely, I admired the classic photo of covering the skirt and watched the "Seven Year Itch" according to the picture. Oh, she failed. Instead of conquering me, her mare disappointed me because I couldn't stand her Barbie-like face and her whining voice. My opinion of her got worse. As a result, although I still see pictures and texts related to her from time to time over the years, and feel sorry for her legendary life, I have never seen her movies again. Until recently, the goddess suddenly succeeded in counterattacking me and won my favor, which really surprised me. Where should I start? Well, let me take a sip of water and speak slowly.
Recently, spring has come, the branches are green, the cats and dogs are in heat, and everything is flourishing, but I have fallen into a heavy depression. Two days ago, after returning from overtime, I had a long night of unintentional sleep. In my depression, I silently opened "Passion Like Fire", trying to find a moment to make myself laugh from this classic comedy. Oh, congratulations, this time, she succeeded. While watching the film, I not only laughed a few times, but also, I started to fall in love with this goddess, not because of her almost see-through breasts, but her every gesture and gesture, all made me feel so Beauty, so indescribable, so indescribable in words. No wonder someone as vicious as the film's director, Billy Wilder, when asked by reporters more than 20 years after Monroe's death if he would still work with her on a new film if Monroe were still alive, he replied: "I would kneel." I implore her to make my movie again.
Well, this is my story with the goddess Marilyn Monroe, although we have been awkward for 20 years, "no one is perfect", I think she will understand my indifference for so many years without seeing the goddess. What's more, I have collected her in my favorite filmmakers and my heart, and now I still ignore the work and concentrate on writing our story. I don't think she will not understand this intention.
What a happy ending!
Oh, hilariously hilarious.
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