Two young film buffs are fascinated in the death of Marilyn Monroe, and set about trying to prove how she died. The amateur sleuths are given very sketchy motivation for wishing to look into Monroe's death several decades after she left us, and the movie is constructed in the manner of an A&E documentary with a few added dramatic "perks" in the form of these two kids. But wait! Director Ulli Lommel, who specializes in making vanity movies that never get public release, uses many minutes of cheaply-filmed recreations of Monroe's last days. The movie is static and confusing, manipulating biopic cliches in ways that have been emulated by A&E and other documentary makers for a decade. Apparently, MARILYN MY LOVE was Lommel's attempt to make capital on an abortive Monroe docu-pic that he had shot but could not release. So, he filmed framing sequences concerning these two teenage actors. Ironically, Lommel was unable to find public distribution of MARILYN MY LOVE! Will the world ever get to view Lommel's vision? Doubtful. But it has an interesting behind-the-scenes history.
