The most irritable thing about this movie is the miscasting of Martin Landau to play J Marshall Smith, the aged southern millionaire who married Anna. He's supposed to look old, but his makeup is overdone to look like he's a vampire alien from space! And Mr. Smith was a Texan gentleman, really hard to imagine Landau playing anyone from the South or any accent like it. Only a few minutes covered a larger period of time where Anna Nicole retreated from the spotlight to live with her husband, long enough to see a horse ranch and eat popcorn while a football game was on TV. The long fantasy pauses were irritating, too, with the ghost of Marlyn Monroe or future Anna haunting her. It's too bad one of the premium cable networks couldn't have produced it to allow a little nudity just to make the constant boozing and pill dropping a little more bearable. I think The Anna Nicole Smith Story with Willa Ford did much more to humanize the characters.