If you ignore my various neuroses, you might see that I am a fairly well-adjusted male. How is it, then, that I’ve never seen a Marilyn Monroe film?
Happily, I've rectified that situation. Recently, I rented Monroe’s 1953 breakout film Niagara. I was stunned. The similarities between this excellent movie and Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo are numerous. Oh, and the blonde chick was gorgeous.
Both movies feature a blonde femme fatale who is obsessed over by a mentally unbalanced male lover. One big difference, though, is that Monroe's Rose Loomis is all steam and curves, whereas, Kim Novak's "Madeleine" is statuesque and glacially cool. I'll be coming back to this later.