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Marilyn Monroe, photographed with Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon, and her admittedly superior breasts on the set of Some Like It Hot (1959, dir. Billy Wilder) (via drmacro)
“[The tailor on Some Like It Hot] measured me, 16, 34, 43, 18, 19, 18,” Tony Curtis later recalled, “and then he goes to Marilyn - this is all in the same day and this is the truth…He comes in to Marilyn’s room and Marilyn had on a pair of panties and a white blouse and that’s all. He put the tape around her legs, looked up at Marilyn and said, ‘You know, Tony Curtis has got a better-looking ass than you. She was standing there, she unbuttoned her blouse, and said, “He doesn’t have tits like these!’”
For once, I think we need these salty stories, because Monroe needs all the salt she can get. The Marilyn industry is so deeply soaked in her crack-ups-shaking the poor woman until we can hear the slosh of booze and the rattle of pills-that it’s a relief to get back to the floozie with the forked tongue.
-Anthony Lane, excerpted from “On Billy Wilder”, The New Yorker](http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksm9p4iKYu1qzdvhio1_r1_500.jpg)
Marilyn Monroe, photographed with Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon, and her admittedly superior breasts on the set of Some Like It Hot (1959, dir. Billy Wilder) (via drmacro)
“[The tailor on Some Like It Hot] measured me, 16, 34, 43, 18, 19, 18,” Tony Curtis later recalled, “and then he goes to Marilyn - this is all in the same day and this is the truth…He comes in to Marilyn’s room and Marilyn had on a pair of panties and a white blouse and that’s all. He put the tape around her legs, looked up at Marilyn and said, ‘You know, Tony Curtis has got a better-looking ass than you. She was standing there, she unbuttoned her blouse, and said, “He doesn’t have tits like these!’”
For once, I think we need these salty stories, because Monroe needs all the salt she can get. The Marilyn industry is so deeply soaked in her crack-ups-shaking the poor woman until we can hear the slosh of booze and the rattle of pills-that it’s a relief to get back to the floozie with the forked tongue.
-Anthony Lane, excerpted from “On Billy Wilder”, The New Yorker
