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the nimble non-conformist
With all that's been printed about Marlon Brando, you've been conditioned to expect the unpredictable. However, you're in for more surprises
By FREDDA DUDLEY BALLING
Atmospheric conditions are likely to be what is known in i Weather Bureau parlance as variable when one approaches Marlon Brando. Most people, both fellow actors and innocent bystanders, are conscious of an awesome fog and a raging storm at one and the same time. Lightning is expected to flash, snow may be anticipated in August, and roses may bloom over igloos.
It is likely that more prose, both laudatory and critical, has been written about Marlon Brando than about any other player able to look back on so brief a public career. It is this press, as much as anything, that has conditioned readers to' expect the unpredictable from the nimblest non-conformist of our age.
Writers dearly love colorful characters, but the inclination of theatrical folk in recent years has been to stick as closely, sweetly, and conservatively as possible to the kitchen and the nursery. By speaking his mind with raw honesty, and by responding to impulses which other individuals on the far side of twenty would reject, Marlon Brando has established a fresh aspect of the celebrity rampant.
Naturally, typewriters began to click when a mature and highly competent man, having completed a difficult and powerful motion picture, "The Men," relaxed by driving to Ocean Park, the Coney Island of the West, and spending an evening on the roller coaster, the serpentine slide, the airplane swing, and other stomach-reversers. The chap who went along with Marlon on this junket lost his interest in roller coasters after the second ride and left the scenic railway to hang greenly across a nearby shooting gallery counter, while Marlon continued to sandblast his teeth with the ocean wind.
Pilots, back from perilous missions, have been known to put their planes through acrobatics as a cooling off exercise. Standard masculine procedure for unwinding is usually to get plastered, but Brando does not drink. Apparently the roller coaster served the same purpose for an (CONTINUED ON PACE 60)
"Julius Caesar" represented one of the finest spoils systems of Brando's career when he secured jobs for former co-workers.
The social rules for covering a yawn mean nothing to Brando. J