Someone gave me a box set of Marilyn Monroe movies for Xmas. So on New Year's Eve we watched the following:
How to Marry a Millionaire.
Lauren Bacall, Betty Grable and MM all take a flat in Manhattan, in the hope of snaring a millionaire. Running gag about how near-sighted MM doesn't want a prospective catch to see her wearing glasses, rendering her accident-prone. Bacall is maybe just a tad too hard-boiled for a gig like this, but on the other hand maybe that's not a bad thing. The married man Grable goes off with bore a striking resemblance to my sister's shit of an ex-husband, in fact he could have been the man's twin brother.
Let's Make Love
Avoid this dud from 1960. MM does her best, and she is good, but no one and nobody could rescue this stinker of a film. Yves Montand is the playboy businessman who's being satirised in an off-broadway stage revue that features MM in a key role. Naturally he falls for her, and inveigles his way into the company. This one is just bad, not even so bad it's good. YM (who was too old for the part) apparently hooked up with MM after this (like the music, the celebrity gossip was better in the old days). Also features the old lad who was the British Council guy in The Third Man. He's probably the best thing in it.
Dublin Nightmare
Not featuring MM. A roguish broth-of-a-boy photographer returns to Baile Átha Cliath, only to be informed that he has to identify the body of his deceased friend, killed while robbing a bank for the "movement". If you're thinking "it's that Third Man again" you'd be right, but this is more Lemon and Lime than Harry Lime. A by-the-numbers B-movie, whose one saving grace is the noirish vistas of night-time Dublin in the late 1950s. Also an early example of an experimental electronic music soundtrack - which must have been way ahead of its time for 1958. Said soundtrack is almost unlistenable, but it beats the usual diddley-aye stuff you'd get in a Dublin-set crime flick.