A classic I hadn’t seen.
Again, everyone seems to be faking it a bit, pretending great seriousness, seeming like stereotypes (though maybe the images here are the creation of what became stereotypes?) Brando seems to be imitating himself, without achieving the startling sense of real rawness and danger he has in A Streetcar Named Desire. Maybe it was my old problem of needing someone to care about, if not be in love with.
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