![]() ![]() ![]() But “there was love there” witnesses interviewed here declare. Howard Marshall, the rich old fool four times her age who pursued her, “protected” and financed her rise to fame and whose riches she sought a share of after his death. Golddigging? Yes, she turned on the Betty Boop (phone) voice for doddering, wheelchair-bound J. ![]() Cagey enough to bet on her best assets, play the angles, work the paparazzi, seize her chances and get famous and turn that into great wealth. “How dumb is Anna Nicole?” a tabloid headline from back then wondered. Anybody who remembers Smith in her time - the ’90s and early 2000s - figures “Oh, I KNOW her all right.”īut Ursula Macfarlane’s film, sort of a post mortem version of the recent Pamela Anderson and Britney Spears docs, spends much of its running time interviewing people who puncture that “golddigger,” “fame whore” famous-for-being-famous image. The title of the new documentary, “Anna Nicole Smith: You Don’t Know Me,” is almost a play on words. ![]()
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