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- <title>
- Sep. 12, 1994: Show Business:Brando and Brando
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Sep. 12, 1994 Revenge of the Killer Microbes
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/SHOW BUSINESS, Page 91
- Brando and Brando X
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> An autobiography and a biography of Marlon Brando offer little
- to choose between. One is empty, the other scurrilous.
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Schickel
- </p>
- <p> You know an autobiography is in trouble when its best chapter--funny, intimate, emotionally engaged--is about the pet
- raccoon the author loved and lost decades ago. You know a biography
- is in trouble when sentences like this start popping up: "From
- the comfort of his foreplay to his gentle whispers, he gave
- something that was almost at one with female consciousness."
- Could we see a footnote on that?
- </p>
- <p> Contemplating his own life in Brando: Songs My Mother Taught
- Me (Random House; 568 pages; $25), Marlon Brando, aided by journalist
- Robert Lindsey, strikes a pose of injured innocence: he is a
- sweet-spirited, mischievous man-child who accidentally fell
- first into acting, then into fame and finally into self-contempt,
- and at 70 remains "an enigma to myself in a world that still
- bewilders me." That observation pretty well sums up the level
- of self-awareness (and self-revelation) he achieves in his book.
- </p>
- <p> Contemplating the same life from the outside, Peter Manso, author
- of Brando (Hyperion; 1,140 pages; $29.95), plays the indefatigable
- investigative reporter. He spent seven years interviewing something
- like 1,000 people, and he has, it would seem, never met a woman
- Brando failed to bed or a man he failed finally to betray. His
- sense of propriety is typified by his willingness to trail Brando's
- daughter Cheyenne as she leaves her psychiatric clinic, corner
- her on a park bench and record without qualification her accusations
- about her father's role in the murder of her lover in 1990.
- Driven to possess another man's life, Manso becomes the literary
- version of one of the late 20th century's scariest specimens,
- the celebrity stalker.
- </p>
- <p> Neither author is capable of approaching their common subject
- in a way that is morally, culturally or aesthetically enlightening.
- Manso doesn't even try to evaluate Brando's work or place it
- in context, relying on old newspaper clippings instead. Like
- everyone, Brando is a poor judge of his own accomplishments--he thinks he gave his best performance in Burn! Without a
- perceptive discussion of Brando the artist, the two books are
- left only with Brando the celebrity. But that celebrity has
- long since detached itself from the qualities that made Brando
- worthy of fame in the first place. It floats free over a landscape
- littered with tabloid trash, and few remember what he once meant
- to the very different culture of the 1950s.
- </p>
- <p> But ah, his friends, and oh, his foes, he gave a lovely light!
- In works like A Streetcar Named Desire and On the Waterfront,
- Brando mobilized a raw and unprecedented behavioral truthfulness;
- heedlessly, he challenged the blandness and piety of the times.
- If you were young with pretensions to hipness, he seemed to
- speak your thoughts. And he drove the old Eisenhower crowd nuts.
- But what we read then as rebelliousness was really confusion.
- Brando had a stern, cold father and a dream-disheveled mother--both alcoholics, both sexually promiscuous--and he encompassed
- both their natures without resolving the conflict. Elia Kazan,
- the director who did the most to shape Brando's work, once said,
- "He's uncertain of himself and he's passionate, both at the
- same time."
- </p>
- <p> There is enough undeveloped material in these two volumes to
- support a dozen speculations about why Brando eventually lost
- his way (finding it again only briefly in The Godfather and
- Last Tango in Paris). Maybe his genius made his work too undemanding
- for him, causing him to despise the ease with which he could
- achieve effects everyone around him struggled for. Maybe, on
- the other hand, his brilliance was a burden, tempting him toward
- dark psychological realms he didn't want to explore.
- </p>
- <p> Possibly the theatrical idealism he absorbed from his beloved
- first teacher, Stella Adler, and her Stanislavskian circle served
- him well and ill. It gave a purposeless young man a guiding
- passion, but it also gave him principles that could not survive
- the hurly-burly of show business as usual (especially after
- Hollywood stopped making the realistic films that suited his
- gift and cast him adrift in CinemaScope spectacles). Maybe as
- a high school dropout and autodidact he simply didn't have the
- equipment to play the one role he came to yearn for, the tortured,
- socially committed intellectual.
- </p>
- <p> Neither autobiography nor biography brings us close to the heart
- of this darkness. The former is like one of Brando's late cameo
- roles; he mimes the gestures of authenticity as he grabs the
- money (a reputed $3.5 million advance) and heads for the door.
- The latter, mindlessly grubbing through a celebrity's garbage
- can, illuminates only the seeker's own sordid sensibility.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
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