DONALD AND MARILYN: A TCM FILM LISTING COMPARISON

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There are some incredible similarities between Donald Trump and Marilyn Monroe, the most obvious being that they are both dumb blondes who went down in the White House.

But Donald has starred in many similar films.  

Here is the TCM listing of a few of them.

HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE:   A money-hungry East European soft porn immigrant squints her way to success when she betroths a fake billionaire who convinces her that he is great at everything until she learns the truth and leaves him for a genuine success, lawyer Steven Avenatti.

THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH:   A President’s insane behavior is found to be the result of a long bout of undiagnosed Gonorrhea. 

SOME LIKE IT HOT:  A sitting president is burned alive in a tanning bed.  A sitting Vice President makes a brief appearance in wig and dress.

GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES:  Southern Gentlemen with an unnatural attachment to lethal military grade child killing weapons, find true love with a Northerner who pretends to be one of them.

THE MISFITS:  Originally released as “The Wrath of Gropes,”  this is the story of a President, his long line of abused women and the tantrums that they threw on a regular basis.

NIAGRA:   An aging impotent president finds love thanks to an ED pill that comes alive during water sports.

MONKEY BUSINESS:  The harrowing story of how an incompetent idiot becomes president with the help of a foreign power.

CLASH BY NIGHT:  A bedroom farce about the behind the scenes marriage between the President and his First Lady.

BUS STOP:  Rosa Parks is sent to the back of the bus once again, as a sitting President reawakens racism in America.

SOMETHING’S GOT TO GIVE:  A film that prominently features the President’s pants. 

RIVER OF NO RETURN:  A sequel to Niagra.  

THE ASPHALT JUNGLE:   Based on Ayn Rand’s forgotten novel, this is a story of the Trump family construction business centering on a deeply flawed hero who is obsessed with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity and reason as his only absolute.   Along the way, our hero rejects instinct, intuition and organized religion as he learns the virtue of selfishness and how to exist for his own sake rather than sacrificing himself to others.   

DON’T BOTHER TO KNOCK:  It’s comedy hi-jinx behind the scenes of the Miss Universe Contest, as a creepy, unctuous pageant owner keeps walking into the dressing rooms of underage contestants unannounced. 

ALL ABOUT EVE:  A classic horror story about Election Eve, which scared tens of millions of Americans who have yet to recover.

THE PRINCE AND THE SHOWGIRL:  The favorite sex game for the President and his ugly ducking Press Secretary who appears at the end wearing a sprayed on shimmering cocktail dress as she sings a sultry rendition of “Happy Birthday.”  This film comes with a warning for anyone with a heart condition.


















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