An actor's observation
Those revolutionaries are dying off now. James Dean made three films then died in a car crash. Brando had his career, went nuts, got fat, then died. Shelley Winters won an Oscar, made The Poseidon Adventure, got really annoying, then died. Just a couple of days ago, an actor probably only a few people have heard of, Anthony Franciosa, died. Yeah, yeah Paul Newman's still around, but with the exception of Road to Perdition, his only big product these days is salad dressing.
As someone aspiring to become something more than what I am in terms of acting, I hope actors today understand the doors that were knocked open by these people. Their numbers are dwindling. Their legacies are eternal. They inspire the actors who today are willing to rip their hearts out and throw them against a wall. Those are my favorite actors: the ones who are willing to sacrifice for the sake of honesty on stage or in front of a camera. Really, it's the only place that people like us are ever 100% honest. The rest of the time, it's a crap shoot.
Thank you Stanley Kuwolski.