A vision of the tortured torrential psyche, made out of two scenes from the film noir Niagara - the movie that made MM a goddess and the embodiment of projection (the iconic image used by Warhol is a still shot during the filming of the souvenir shop scene here), & a rare role in which she is allowed to express any emotional depth (not really again until The Misfits), unlike the cartoon character her screen persona was turned into, & her only good color movie (in Technicolor even). The single-frame juxtaposition simultaneity and fugal repetition makes it seem almost real. We share her longings and her suffering. Hollywood, the pretty face of late monopoly Capitalism, exploits us all. It doesn't have a happy ending.