This person is dead. When he didn't make a new film, the world seemed to have forgotten him, except today, he performed a new drama that was not exciting but shocked the world with his life of renunciation. It seemed to be his destiny. Without drama, without movies, he would no longer be that Brando, the sometimes heroic, sometimes sinister, sometimes rebellious, sometimes dissolute Brando.
This person is dead. Luckily his movies are still around. He made "The Godfather 1", and even made Coppola, with his "method" acting skills that influenced many later Hollywood stars. He is the true "godfather" of this kind of acting.
In The Godfather 1, the mob boss who quietly manipulates the lives of others, completes his family mission in a nearly perfect and suffocating manner, and ascends to heaven (or into hell). In more than two hours, people forgot what "acting" means and that this person is called Brando. They would rather believe that they have glimpsed the most real, cruel and warmest corner of the world.
This state of random swaying but hidden infinite bursting power has been pushed to another extreme peak in Apocalypse Now. In the film, he only appeared for dozens of minutes, but he was the point and destination of the whole film. In the always dark shots, Brando sits in a cave in an almost silhouette, issuing orders to kill and rebelling against this crazy world in a crazy way. What is the revelation of war, or human nature, to the world? Is it a tender longing, a prayer for peace, or a just struggle? Looking at the still devastated world after the Vietnam War, perhaps the answer is just the madness of the world and the helplessness of conscience.
The world is crazy. Humans are crazy. People are crazy.
In a crazy way, "Last Tango in Paris" deduces the pathos of "existence". The hero and heroine don't know each other, and they have crazy love together, but the final outcome is the complete destruction of life. Physiological pleasure conquers the pinnacle of life. Gunshots and blood are the storytellers of this conquest, and witnesses to head-on defeat when sex tries to save an empty life.
This person is dead. In addition to his films, people have and will continue to talk about his marriage to three wives, nine lovers (or 25?), and six women who committed suicide for him. Talking is everyone's freedom, just as how to live is his freedom. This is his way of life - "no age or disease can stop him from provoking the world."
The name of the song that his friend failed to answer is "speak softly love", "speak softly love" so no one hears us but the sky, the vows of love we make will live...". (The soft voice, only the sky can hear, our love vows will end until we die.)
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