SOME LIKE IT HOT

I love Marilyn.Honestly, I do.
Like any teenage girl, I had quite the film star crush on her. Posters on my wall, best-of collections, imitated pouts and purrs with my friends to get a giggle. But as a young gal there are elements of an actors performance and energy you will neglect to pick up on. Whilst watching Some Like it Hot tonight, in my darkened living room in east London, with a world of creative happenings behind me, I discovered a side of Marilyn I never had.
More so than anything, just how incredibly vulnerable she is, sad, brooding, lost puppy that she was. Of course knowing how her tragic fate unfolds, doesn't help. But whatever it was going on under those half open eyes of hers only helps Sugar Kane Kowalczyk, her slow, sultry character in what was to be one of the more charming and funny films of the decade.

Some Like it Hot is about 2 shmucky guys, Joe and Jerry, the struggling saxophonist and violinist who find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They witness a murder in Chicago and need to take shelter quick smart. The first escape route presented to them is a train headed to Miami with a big band, only problem is, they need to be women to play in the band, so naturally they find some wigs, jewels, frumpy outfits and jump aboard.



Fooling everyone, especially Sugar Cane, who instantly becomes the subject of 'Josephine's' utter infatuation. Meanwhile upon arriving in Miami, Jerry himself becomes the subject of a certain millionaire's infatuation, Osgood Fielding II.
They flirt, flutter and fight throughout.
Will Sugar cane figure out Joe's true identity? How long can Jerry fool the millionaire? Will the mobs find them? How many more times in this scene can Marilyn close her eyelids and then open them again ever so slowly?

It's a silly film really. Ridiculous, light hearted fun.

It's all capped off with the legendary scene where all four characters are en route to escaping the mobsters in a speed boat and in a desperate effort to deter his admirer, Jerry starts to list a hundred reasons as to why he, himself, is a less than perfect character.
Finally pulling his wig of to reveal his true identity as a man, to which Osgood plainly replies, "well, nobody's perfect".