Leotards
The main problem with this movie is that here we have a golden opportunity to view Monroe in and out of various rehearsal clothes, strapless gowns, and diaphanous leotards...and we keep cutting back to these boring office scenes and board meetings. I mean, come on people! Do you think ANYONE who watches this movie wants to see a bunch of middle-aged business men in white shirts and ties, wearing suits and standing/sitting around in a flatly lit office set when we could see Marilyn strutting her stuff on stage in an intimate and (supposedly) off-Broadway theatre? I know Cukor (the director) was gay, but that never stopped him from showcasing beautiful women before, letting them do what they do best. Here we get extended scenes featuring old fuds like Wilfred Hyde-White and Tony Randall, Milton Berle and even Joe Besser for cripes sake! And who is the stiff that sings with - rather at - Monroe in the show within the show? The guy has no personality and no part what so ever. Montand was an acquired taste, and apparently Marilyn found him irresistible. This movie needed more MONROE!
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