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OTHER LONE WOLVES AREN'T IN THE SAME CLASS AS GEORGE BRENT. AND IT'S NOT AN ACT— HE COMES BY IT NATURALLY. WHAT'S HIS LONE WOLF LIFE BUILDING TO? HE WANTS FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE
THERE are a few other stars who have been accused of independence. But they aren't in it with George Brent. He's the champion. For example, George knows that one of the quickest ways not to get anywhere is to argue with a certain producer — let's call him Mr. X. It's useless to try to shake Mr. X.'s belief that he knows better than his actors, what they should do. Suppose you don't like something about your part. You go to Air. X. with your objection, and this is what happens: He talks too fast for interruptions, and he talks to the air directly above your head, as if he doesn't want to see you, much less hear you.
Pretty soon all you're thinking about is how uncomfortable it is to be ignored, and you're sorry you came, and all you want is to get out of there.
In short, people who work for Mr. X. just don't argue with him. Not only because he makes it difficult ; the box-office reports on his pictures also make it difficult. Nevertheless, when George was invited to do a certain picture for Mr. X., the first thing he did was to have an argument with The Boss.
The script called upon George to play an Englishman gone stale, world-weary, under the searing sun of the tropics. It was a meaty part — the best he had had in several ages. But he objected to one thing. Strenuously. The script called upon him to look unkempt, slovenly. George's point was that the man's disintegration was something subtle ; something not seen at first glance; something you discovered only after you knew the man a while. Whatever else he might be, the character was an Englishman with a little money, and that was what he would look like, out of habit.
That point was important to George. He wasn't going to skip it, just to be amiable. He was going to fight about it, at the risk of annoying The Boss . . . and losing the role. He said as much to Mr. X. "If you want a beachcomber for the part," he suggested, "why don't you hire Charles Laughton? He already has the wardrobe." [Continued on page 86]
George likes people but has to know 'em well to be chummy. His closest pal is his Kerry Blue Terrier. George's next, The Fighting 69th
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