There are two comments I would use to base my own review on here, both coming from a short video review of the film in the Guardian.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

There are two comments I would use to base my own review on here, both coming from a short video review of the film in the Guardian's guard-my-job PROJECT....

Fist, according to Mark Kermode and Peter Bradshaw's review, this film was 'like a weird seance', it was like a 'kind of creepy science-fiction nightmare about a mad-scientist's plan to bring Marlon Brando back to life'.

Then, second, commenting on Brando, Kermode says that 'you get the sense he was too intelligent an actor to enjoy being an actor, but not quite intelligent enough to boost himself out of that world and reject it', to which Bradshaw's reply is: 'exactly, he was kind of stuck between those two stools'.

My reply is: to where would he 'boost' himself 'out' to exactly? What do they figure is the higher plane of existence from the acting Brando did do? He had a home in Tahiti, children, a life he'd developed outside of what he considered the toxic Western culture and its inability to feel things, to cherish falsity,authentically. He had laboured hard to transform acting from a kind of predictable, character-fetishist panterminity(think, the typical Humphrey BRaGadoCCiO-role, the role of a John Victor Wayner) into something where the actor was used to convey a real emotion, some reality of a presumed aspiration of my actual-life-stational\situation. So, Brando had laboured for this paucity of nothing burger life that KERMODE thinks is the pants man!, THIS? Yeah, MAN! And during THISlife: he 'escapaded' away from his family home of normal-drinking impoverishment not but bourgeois fags:a 'violencially inept inebration of a 'fah/\er,with a family who really didn't seem to believe in his fake, ASTOUNDEDnot(buut!E*_stoun\dead\/\ pair of dogshit fam.(\thaet didn't accept\him as who he wasWANTING TO become!(dr. Moriarty?No, Moreau not for sure but Moriarty of the DETECTIVE series he craved! a LOT he would have mentioned piecewise to a fellow with his cotton-ballBE\/_stuffedMOUTH, what with he worked to escape from all of this?! And yet, Bradshaw and Kermode get hung-up on the very legitimate concern Brando had that the economics of the Hollywood studio system didn't allow for the proper care to be placed on the emotionally reality of the actor's role as it should be and that, as a result, acting was just an artificial performance, an elaborate deception whose own dreams and desires simply ran-up against this reality and failed to find an proper expression????! Sure, maybe he can think thaet way about his VERY OWN lost-cause life but the truth of BRANDO is he made Americans BELIEVE in there-SELVES, where\ever they were and WHOEVER they BELIEVED they 'could' BE\ (which is not MUCH?to shake a stikcAT, people? NO:it is NOT; but thaet fact is the funny of people like KERMODE and HUMpric Boshark, they truly did fake-out the people of the country to think they were the film being filmed about and BRANDO just said to that"YEAH,SURE, I CAN BELIEVE IT IN MY FUCKIN' MOTHER-FUCKIN', asshole type DREAMSING along this fake world is so fuckin' lame the ONLY THINK IN IT WORTH A SHIT is the actor,himself\\\".