I saw "My Week with Marilyn" last night with Redd. Because none of the theaters near us were playing it (why?!?!) we had to haul tuchus across town. While searching for the theater, because a) the name had changed despite Fandango's insistence and b) Fandango's geographic awareness remains wonting, we stumbled across a Tapas bar that looked much more promising than the standard fare Chili's and Taco Bell-esque restaurants surrounding it. We were not disappointed. It was so good!
Then...for the movie. I thought it was really good. The performance of Marilyn was what I would call "delicate" or "fragile." It wasn't over the top, it wasn't wishy washy, it wasn't "girly." I enjoyed the movie.