The upcoming Netflix movie Blonde, the biopic of Marilyn Monroe starring Ana de Armas is about as sure fire a hit as any streaming service has ever produced. If the popularity of Elvis is any indication, people like to watch of biographies of incredibly iconic, sex symbol celebrities who have moved mountain ranges of merchandise over the decades, starring super attractive actors. (I'm comfortable enough in my own skin to admit that Austin Butler not only does a spot-on King, he's a frigging dreamboat of a man.) Women adore Marilyn like a demigoddess. Men love de Armas for many reasons, some of them obvious and superficial. Add the fact that it's got an NC-17 rating the producers are proud of:
... and this could very well be the production that turns Netflix fortunes around after they've been bleeding subscribers for months, if not years.
And yet even before this full frontal blockbuster has even been released, there's yet another reason to look forward to it. A supernatural one:
Reuters - The ghost of Marilyn Monroe made her presence felt during the filming of a fictionalised biopic of her life 'Blonde', throwing things around when she got angry, the actress who portrayed her, Ana de Armas, said on Thursday. …
"I truly believe that she was very close to us. She was with us," said the Cuban-born actress, who needed voice coaching to disguise her Spanish accent and capture the essence of Monroe.
"I think she was happy. She would also throw things off the wall sometimes and get mad if she didn't like something," she told reporters. "Maybe this sounds very mystical, but it is true. We all felt it."
How are we not talking about this more? How am I just hearing about this? The most legendary sex symbol of the 20th century, the prototype for the classic tale of the small town innocent who finds fame and in doing so loses her soul, the inspiration for millions of women to seek their fortune in show business and tens of millions of Korean War Era men to pleasure themselves like bonobo apes, is on the set of her own movie going full Beetlejuice on everyone? This could be the biggest story in the history of Hollywood.
And it's frankly not hard to believe. At least if you have any sort of belief in spirituality. Personally, I've never had an experience that I could attribute to a spirit or ghost. (And frankly I'm not sure I'd want to know I'm being visited from the Great Beyond given the - ahem - "alone time" of my own I've spent with Ana de Armas movies.) But there are people in my life I love and respect who are convinced they have. And I have witnessed things that are too surreal to not be evidence of existence beyond this mortal life. So Ana's story is at least plausible to me.
Besides, if you're the disembodied spirit of Marilyn Monroe, where else would you be when they're doing a major motion picture of your life? I imagine there's only so much time you can spend talking to Copernicus, or arguing with the Kennedys about how they used you and dumped you, or watching everyone make a huge hairy deal over Betty White before you'd rather be back on a movie set Poltergeisting everyone. After all, if you can't be a diva during the making of your life's story, what's even the point of being a dead famous person?
It begs the question of whether this happens all the time. Like whether Austin Butler (Rowrr!) was visited by Ghost Elvis eating peanut butter, banana and barbiturate sandwiches. Or if Daniel Day-Lewis had to listen to Lincoln telling the "So, how did you like the play?" joke a hundred times. But assuming this was a full body apparition of Monroe at her peak, Some Like It Hot-era self? Count me in on that kind of haunting. I ain't afraid of no Marilyn ghost.