I happened to sit and think about this whole Marilyn Monroe thing, and noticed aloud to myself, "I have no clue how that dumb broad died." Also, another thought occured to me. If I don't know how she died, maybe then, at least to me, she's not this great actress from the fifties or some other rusty decade, and she just faded out into nothing really. Faded into the backround of a brick room, and in a sense, just becoming another brick in the wall.
She supposedly is this great great actress and all, but what signifigance does she hold in my life if I cannot even think of how she died, or if she is dead for that matter. Yeah, we all know she fucked JFK, but that still holds no cloud over my head. That would be just the same to me as Monica Lewinsky giving Bill Clinton a blow job in the white house.
My whole whining and bitching about this little matter, is the fact
that she held some supposed "signifigance" in american history, but this
is all completely missed by me, much like James Dean. Why should
I give one seconds' worth of thought to them and what they have to do with
the history of films or this country.