Thursday, August 30, 2007


In the cinematic dog days of late August, Pajiba had the good sense to focus on classics all this week. Today, I look at A Streetcar Named Desire and On the Waterfront:
From the moment Brando appears, playing Stella’s husband, Stanley Kowalski, it’s clear that he’s doing something different. Watching him share a scene with the overly mannered Leigh is like watching Jackson Pollock drip his paint on to a Rembrandt portrait. But unlike the neverending debate about the virtues or sins of modern art, only the certifiably insane could deny the brilliance of Brando’s performance.
Here's the visual accompaniment, if you'd like it:


Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's it. That's the moment movie acting went a different direction than theater/stage acting. Kudos to you for finding it.

-- Comish

5:50 PM  

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