It seems to me I lived my life seeing Marilyn Monroe’s films only after she died, and probably on the small screen. It’s unlikely I’d have been taken to see any of them as a schoolboy or have gone myself.
Monroe seemed like just another of those big-chested screen bombshells, many of them platinum blondes, who dominated the almost cartoonish sexual imagery of the time.
Monroe appeared in grown-up...
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