Marlon Brando, 1924-2004

He was the greatest American actor of the last half century, but he squandered his gifts, and his fortune, in a slow-motion car crash of self-indulgence and self-loathing.
He was only an actor and, as he pointed out, actors are no more than dishonest entertainers, frauds, pretenders, liars – he could be relentlessly hard on himself. But was it then any defence that he so seldom acted, that he had deserted the stage he had himself brought to life, or that he had come to regard movies with the hurt feelings of a Kong, hiding in his lair, unwilling to make a cheap spectacle of himself for those exploiting showmen?

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