With a trio of films in the mid-1950s - A Streetcar Named Desire, On The Waterfront and The Wild One - Marlon Brando laid claim to being the greatest actor of his time. He was also a cultural icon before that phrase was cheap: a magazine cover fleetingly seen in
Movie review: Listen To Me Marlon
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Marlon Brando in The Wild One.
There's more than enough to keep the casual Brando fan happy, but the film gets under the skin of its subject largely by letting him do almost all the talking.
The provenance of the title doesn't become clear until the closing minutes, though it tantalises us throughout: is it an instruction to himself? To us? To him by another?
The fact that it can be all three is among the film's many charms. Drawing on the huge personal archive (mainly audio, but video, too) that the actor compiled with an eye to posterity, Riley creates what might be called a mash-up, though that word risks understating the meticulousness of his approach.
Sweeping back and forth through time, interleaving public record with private rumination, and matching images and words often recorded decades apart, Riley brings to vibrant life a tormented genius, the son of a bully father and a drunkard mother who never overcame his sense of being unwanted and unloved.
In doing so, he gives us Brando by Brando, warts and all: irresistible flirt; passionate activist; a man crippled and beset by guilt and anxiety. It's a mesmerising look at one of the greats who was, finally and for all that, just a man.
Cast: Marlon Brando
Director: Stevan Riley
Running time: 103 mins
Rating: M (offensive language)
Verdict: A doco befitting its subject