Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Greatest Actor Ever On The Big Screen

Five years have passed since the world lost one of its premier actors of screen and stage. Marlon Brando died at the age of 80 on July 1, 2004, bringing to a close one of the most interesting lives and motion picture resumes ever assembled. To put it bluntly, I adored Marlon Brando and was without a doubt among his biggest fans.
I can still vividly recall my brother Cody and I laying on the floor in the living room of my parents' best friends, Louis and Maxine Wilson, in the mid-1960s, our eyes glued to their TV set watching "One Eyed Jacks." At that time we owned only one black-and-white TV and I can't remember if my infatuation with this old movie was due to Marlon Brando's acting and directing skills, or more the simple fact that the Wilsons owned a big color TV set. But I can pinpoint my love of Marlon Brando movies to that one particular night while my mom and dad were playing dominoes with Louis and Maxine Wilson.
I recall watching "The Young Lions" in glorious black-and-white at The Capitol Theater in West Columbia, Texas, when Brando portrayed a Nazi officer with his hair dyed blonde and Dean Martin and Montgomery Clift costarred as American soldiers in a World War II epic based on the popular novel by one of my favorite writers, Irwin Shaw. The Capitol was also the venue where I paid my quarter or 50 cents to watch other great Brando movies like "The Appaloosa," "Reflections In A Golden Eye" and "The Ugly American." The bulk of the Brando movie catalog would not be viewed by my eyes until the VCR came along in my young adulthood. Then I found myself renting more and more old Brando films to devour with my hungry eyes. My appetite for his movies was insatiable yet I must admit my hero put out more than his share of stinkers. "A Countess From Hong Kong," costarring Sophia Loren and directed by Charlie Chaplin, and "Candy," which costarred other great actors like Richard Burton and James Coburn, are among the worst movies ever made, in my opinion.
But for every bad film he appeared in there were many more excellent movies. Marlon Brando, who would be celebrating his 85th birthday today and mourning the recent death of his close friend Michael Jackson if Brando were still alive, was the lead actor in a number of movies that are considered by film critics of yesterday and today to be among the best ever made. Nearly every film critic ranks Francis Ford Coppola's "The Godfather" (as well as its sequel which Brando did not appear in) in their Top 10 of all-time great movies. And not too far behind would be listed Coppola's "Apocalypse Now," "A Streetcar Named Desire" and "On The Waterfront."
Brando won his second best actor Oscar for his outstanding portrayal of Don Vito Corleone in "The Godfather," then climbed to the top of Hollywood's shit list by refusing to accept the Academy Award based primarily on the film industry's portrayal and treatment of native Americans. I personally rank "The Godfather" and "The Godfather, Part II" high in my Top 10 list, but I thought Brando topped himself the following year with his memorable starring role in "Last Tango In Paris." He was nominated for best actor again the year after winning the Oscar for "The Godfather" but did not win, partially because of the controversial nature of "Tango" and perhaps more because of his refusal to accept the Oscar the year before. Many film historians believe Brando's refusal of his "Godfather" trophy would have been more widely accepted if he himself had taken the stage at the Academy Awards ceremony and stated his reasons for turning down that year's Oscar. Instead he stayed home and sent a woman in Indian garb and headdress to read a brief statement to the stunned Oscars' crowd and mammoth TV audience. It turned out that the woman speaking for Brando wasn't even an Indian, but rather Hispanic.
Following "Last Tango In Paris," which allowed Brando to ad lib many of his lines and appeared to be therapeutic in a way for him (not to mention giving him the opportunity to grope a beautiful young French girl and get paid for it), he worked much less often. "The Missouri Breaks" came out about five years after "Tango" and proved to be the last film that he was on screen for a considerable amount of time. He doesn't show up in "Apocalypse Now" until the tail end of the film, yet he still received top billing over Martin Sheen and Robert Duvall. "Superman" proved to be very profitable for him but his on screen time as Christopher Reeve's father was minimal. "The Formula," which Brando costarred in with George C. Scott, was yet another film where the multiple Oscar winner was actually on screen a small amount of time, but the movie could boast both best actor Oscar winners who had turned down the award in above-the-title advertising.
He spent his later years primarily in seclusion in his Los Angeles mansion, where he was the neighbor of Jack Nicholson on Mulholland Drive. Bit parts in movies with Matthew Broderick, Johnny Depp, Robert DeNiro, Edward Norton and Val Kilmer accounted for the majority of his film work in his seventies. But this ultimate fan was always there with money in hand to buy tickets to these films when they would show in Lake Jackson movie theaters. Some of them I liked, others I loathed. But what could you do? It was all that was out there, besides TV interviews with Larry King and small parts in Michael Jackson music videos, to catch a glimpse of my aging, ever expanding (in girth, anyways) movie idol.
And then, when news eventually came on July 1, 2004, that Marlon Brando had died, I was crushed. His death at 80 had taken yet another of my Hollywood heroes away from me. But his memory shall never die!
Paul Newman probably came closest to equaling Marlon's "outlaw" status in Hollywood during the same era. They were practically the same age, their film careers paralleled each other in time frame, and both were able to be considered "men's men" by the public while still possessing a physical beauty that women adored. Newman's recent death was difficult to accept for me, as a huge fan of Paul's movies for the majority of my life. And while Brando and Newman never made a film together, there is an old movie available called "The Fugitive Kind" from the early 1960s that costarred Marlon and Joanne Woodward, the wife of Paul Newman. "The Fugitive Kind" was based on a Tennessee Williams' play entitled "Orpheus Descending." The movie is one of many Marlon Brando films that I own in my videotape and DVD collections, and I found it very entertaining. But "The Fugitive Kind" did not wow the film critics of the day in the same manner that Brando's prior Tennessee Williams-penned film, "A Streetcar Named Desire" did a decade earlier.
Viewing "A Streetcar Named Desire" today, I simply scratch my head in amazement that Marlon failed to win the Oscar for his stunning performance in that film. He did finally win an Oscar in 1955 for another film directed by Elia Kazan, "On The Waterfront," despite this longtime film fan being of the opinion that his better performance was in "A Streetcar Named Desire." Kazan also directed Brando in the fine film "Viva Zapata," which cast Brando as the Mexican revolutionary leader Emiliano Zapata and Anthony Quinn as his brother. Poring over the many biographies I own about Marlon Brando's life and film career, the stories about the making of "Viva Zapata" were among the most entertaining. Anthony Quinn and Marlon Brando are electric on screen in the finished product of the movie, but the behind the scenes relationship between the two enigmatic young movie stars of the 1950s was totally another story. Kazan tells the story in his own autobiography of how extremely competitive Brando and Quinn were. Kazan writes that at one point during a lull in filming, Quinn excused himself to urinate on some bushes and Brando even accepted that challenge from his costar. Kazan said it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud while watching Brando and Quinn comparing schlongs and seeing who could piss the farthest.
I think I would have to say that my favorite Marlon Brando movies are two that probably no one else would select as their top two. Sure, I loved Marlon in "The Godfather," "A Streetcar Named Desire," "On The Waterfront" and "Apocalypse Now," but my choices of favorite films starring Marlon Brando are "The Chase" and "One Eyed Jacks." Marlon is pictured in a still photograph above taken while he was filming "One Eyed Jacks," the only movie he ever directed. I love a good western movie and put John Wayne and Clint Eastwood above all others when it comes to actors who made the best westerns. But "One Eyed Jacks" is by far this unpaid film critic's choice as my favorite western.
I could write pages and pages and pages on my impressions of Marlon's directing skills in this particular film, which was made in 1959 and 1960 but did not reach movie theaters until around 1962 due to constant delays and bickering between the director/star and the film's producers on just how the finished product should look. Stick a DVD or videotape version of "One Eyed Jacks" into your VCR or DVD player some time and see if you don't agree. Brando and Karl Malden are a couple of bank robbers in the old west days who go their separate ways when Mexican rurales trap them on a mountain ledge. And boy do they ever go their separate ways. Malden escapes to attempt to find them fresh mounts while Brando stays behind to keep the rurales off of his buddy's attempt to flee. Malden eventually abandons Brando and escapes with all of the money from the bank robbery. When Brando eventually breaks out of a Sonora prison where he served five years "puking his guts out," he goes looking for Dad Longworth (Malden) to get his revenge. But when he finds him Brando is shocked to discover that his old bank robbing buddy is now the sheriff of a little town along the California coast and the stepfather of a beautiful Mexican girl. So, of course, Brando falls in love with Malden's stepdaughter and decides to let the sheriff live if Malden's stepdaughter will run away with him. But those plans fall apart when the lowlifes Brando had been keeping company with ride into town and attempt to rob the bank while Brando prepares to meet up with his Mexican beauty and leave Dad Longworth and his dreams of revenge behind. The bank robbery fails, a little girl is shot and killed by mistake, and all of the bad guys are gunned down in the street outside the bank (including Oscar winning character actor Ben Johnson in an excellent performance). Malden and his deputies capture Brando and accuse him of being in on the bank robbery, with intentions of hanging him for the murder of the little girl. Excellent movie. Watch it if you have the opportunity.
But I liked Brando in "The Chase" just as much as "One Eyed Jacks." This film was directed by Arthur Penn, who directed another favorite movie of mine, "The Legend of Bonnie and Clyde," and also directed Brando and Jack Nicholson in the western "The Missouri Breaks." "The Chase" was a novel written by Wharton, Texas, author Horton Foote, who would later win an Oscar for writing the screenplay to the Gregory Peck film "To Kill A Mockingbird." The film Marlon Brando starred in with Jane Fonda, Robert Redford, E.G. Marshall and Robert Duvall was very different from Foote's novel, but in this rare case I liked the film better than the novel. It is not very often that you will hear me saying that about a favorite novel of mine that gets the Hollywood treatment.
Marlon plays Sheriff Calder in "The Chase" and Angie Dickinson portrays his wife. They live in an unnamed Texas town where E.G. Marshall is the rich oil man who also owns the town bank and pretty much runs the show in his town. Jane Fonda is the wife of Robert Redford, who has been sent away to prison while his wife carries on with Marshall's rich playboy son, who was Redford's best friend when they were kids. Redford and a fellow convict escape from prison (much like Brando and one of his fellow inmates did in "One Eyed Jacks") and when news of the escape reaches the small Texas town where Brando attempts to keep the peace while defending himself from false allegations from the populace that he is "bought and paid for" by Marshall's character everyone awaits with great anticipation the return of Bubber Reeves to reclaim his wife and do evil things to Marshall's son Jake.
What makes Brando's performance so appealing to me in "The Chase" is the manner in which he mumbles his way through three-fourths of the movie so low-keyed and monotone, then unleashes his pentup anger with more volume and physical displays than movie viewers would have thought his character capable of. This is acting, my friends, of the highest caliber. And well worth the price of a movie rental to witness it.
I have many other favorite actors and actresses working in films today, as well as so many who have joined Marlon Brando in hollywood heaven. I mourn the losses of each of these former acting idols, like Paul Newman and John Wayne and so many others who entertained me at the area movie theaters throughout my half-century of living. Among my favorites today are several who had the luxury of working with Brando in very memorable films, like Al Pacino, James Caan and Robert Duvall in "The Godfather," Robert DeNiro and Edward Norton, Robert Redford and Jane Fonda, Jack Nicholson and Donald Sutherland, Val Kilmer and Johnny Depp.
Brando's absence from my life the past five years has been sobering and leaves me with a great sense of loss. On top of having to deal with the deaths of so many of my beloved family members in the past decade or so, I have also had to bid farewell to a multitude of celebrities who meant so much to me during my life. And among them have been a few who have been almost like family due to the hero worship I have sent their way. Everybody of my generation can probably tell you today, 46 years after it happened, exactly where they were when they learned of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I can do that too, and can also tell you exactly where I was and what I was doing when I learned of the deaths of Elvis Presley, Bruce Lee, Jim Croce, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Maurice Gibb of The Bee Gees, Bobby Hatfield of The Righteous Brothers, John Lennon and George Harrison of The Beatles, and just this past week, when we lost the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
The death of Marlon Brando five years ago today punctuated the closing of a fan's adoration for his movie star idol as a living, breathing human being walking the same planet as me. But my adoration for his work on the silver screen, as well as all of the many wonderful humanitarian gestures he made during the Civil Rights era and standing up for native Americans, continues today. My library of Marlon Brando films on videotape and DVD is one of my prides and joy, and I often view them just to remind myself of what a truly outstanding actor Marlon was.
He could have been a contender, he cried in "On The Waterfront"; when asked what he was rebelling against in "The Wild One," Marlon asked "whaddayagot?"; and he uttered the classic lines in "The Godfather": "We'll make him an offer he can't refuse!" Memorable lines uttered by Marlon Brando in films for six decades are among the best in movie history, and just one more reason why Brando remains an entertainment icon even today . . . five years after his death.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

You Know You Are Getting Old When . . .

"Boy, you are getting old!" Those are the exact words my wife said to me Sunday afternoon when my remark to having two beautiful, buxom, blond waitresses chatting with each other only a few feet away from me was: "I wish they would take their conversation somewhere else so that I can see the TV."
We were dining at a Texas Roadhouse restaurant in San Marcos Sunday following more than five hours of walking the outlet mall in San Marcos. Jose Valverde had just blown a save opportunity for the Astros on the big screen TV above the bar in the restaurant and I was craning my neck to see the 'Stros lame attempt at a comeback in the bottom of the ninth against the Detroit Tigers. The waitresses, most likely among the most attractive students attending nearby Texas State College, were pure eye candy with their tight-fitting T-shirts, bright white teeth and gorgeous tan legs sticking out of their khaki shorts. And all I wanted was for them to move so that I could see the TV!
"Boy, you are getting old" Gupton. After Peggy pointed out to me what I had just said, it hit me like a ton of bricks that it was true . . . I am definitely getting old! My wife and I had just spent the weekend in New Braunfels with the Schlitterbahn nearby and tube rentals in close proximity in every direction you turn, and all we did was visit the antique shops, sip the free wine samples at the winery, and bitch about the heat while hanging out in Greune. Not once did either of us even suggest putting our fat asses in the ice cold water of the Comal or the Gaudalupe rivers.
As much younger newlyweds in our twenties, we both looked forward to our annual treks to New Braunfels and San Marcos, often making the vacation trip accompanied by our good friends Bill and Sabrina Lott and others. Now we have become official old farts!
But nothing drove the point home more than when I recently received my latest AARP magazine in the mail and who is on the cover but little Opie Taylor himself, Ron Howard. Man, I am really getting old!
Ron, who went by Ronnie Howard when he costarred in the movie "The Courtship of Eddie's Father" with Glenn Ford when he was a small child, and then rocketed to nationwide notoriety and fame as Andy Griffith's son on the popular TV sitcom, "The Andy Griffith Show," is the same age as my older brother Cody. Cody is now 55 years old and for me to admit to myself that either Cody or Ron Howard are "old geezers" would have one single followup statement: "So am I." Now 52 years old, I used to proudly state that I am the same age as Warren Moon, the former Houston Oilers quarterback, and Bob Horner, the former Atlanta Braves third baseman, and Larry Bird, the former Boston Celtics superstar, and Tom Hanks.
Hey, Tom Hanks is still a (not a former) popular movie star with all of his hair and starring in popular movies being directed by, none other than Ron Howard. But the majority of the stars I mentioned above who are now also 52 years old are "former" somethings. Their glory days are in the past. But they say that age is only a number if you don't allow it to get the best of you. Just keep plugging away at whatever it is you love to do, waking up each morning with a bright outlook and plans to greet the new day with hopes of always bettering yourself. No matter how much older you get, it is factual that you can never, ever go back in time. We must all keep pushing ahead, for the future is all each of us has.
The majority of Americans in my age bracket grew up with Ronnie Howard and his younger brother Clint Howard, who starred in the TV show "Gentle Ben" and has had bit parts in practically every movie his big brother Ron has directed. Both Ron and Clint inherited the follicle genes of their father, Rance Howard, who has been bald or balding since he appeared in guest shots in the 1960s in many of the TV projects his two sons were involved in. Looking at Ron Howard today (pictured above with a baseball cap hiding his bald pate and in the old photo below with his TV father Andy Griffith) one cannot help but notice the similarity in his appearance and that of his father.
In recent years I have often approached my bathroom mirror to shave and brush my teeth and found myself saying, "Rex, is that you?" The Tracy Gupton of today, also follicly-challenged and sporting graying hair and whiskers and facial wrinkles that seemed to appear out of nowhere, is a constant reminder of what my late father, Rex Gupton, used to look like. I'm sure Ron Howard realizes the same thing when gazing at his reflection in mirrors and looking at photographs of himself as a man in his fifties.
"I want to do this until I drop," Ron Howard told AARP magazine for its July/August edition, speaking of his love of making movies. "When John Huston was directing his last movie, he was in a wheelchair and on oxygen. That's my idea of a good goal."
Hanks stars in Howard's latest film, "Angels & Demons," a sequel to "The DaVinci Code." Dan Brown's novel "Angels & Demons" is actually a prequel to his highly successful novel "The DaVinci Code," but I guess one would have to call the new movie a "sequel" since it follows "The DaVinci Code," which raked in more than $200 million at the box office. I saw "The DaVinci Code" at the Lake Jackson movie theater with my son Bret but have not yet seen "Angels & Demons."
The newest Howard-Hanks film venture is the twentieth film Ron Howard has directed. He won an Oscar in 2002 for best director for the movie "A Beautiful Mind" starring Russell Crowe, and has been nominated for other films he directed, including last year's "Frost/Nixon" starring Frank Langella.
And this will really age you even more, knowing that Ron Howard, the father of four, is now a grandfather of a two-year-old grandson.
Oh, there are many other barometers in my life that tell me I'm getting older. The mirror should be all I need as proof, but there are numerous other things as well, like hating the way I look now in photographs, the frequent aches and pains from arthritis in my joints, the lack of energy and desire to pry myself away from the sedentary lifestyle I have become prone to adapting in recent years, and having taken the same negative approach to the sounds coming out of my radio and TV speakers anytime modern music is being played that my own parents took when my siblings and I tried to get them to listen to and like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and any other band that was popular in the 1960s.
Rap is crap. Hip-Hop should be flushed and the screaming white bands that are popular today are just not my cup of tea. Yes, my friends, I am getting older and the signs are so damned obvious that I no longer even attempt to camouflage them. My opinions are what they are, and I find myself more likely to voice them any and every time I believe it necessary. As a younger man I practiced restraint with more regularity than today.
But hey, being "regular" is now a thing of the past too. At my current age I find myself always checking out the location of the bathrooms in restaurants and sporting events I attend, just as a precaution. It is part of getting older, OK?

Monday, June 29, 2009

Neighborhood News: The Good And Bad

As far as my own personal neighborhood goes, well, I've got some good news . . . and I've got some bad news. Let's get the bad news out of the way first. Edna Nash, my neighbor from two houses down the street, passed away at the age of 85. She and her husband of 66 years, Ray Nash, lived on Frances Street, which T's into Gupton Lane in West Columbia.
The Nash's are great people and I'm really going to miss Mrs. Nash. I attended her funeral Monday morning at the Baptist church in Old Ocean, Texas, where she and Ray were longtime members. Ray had been a barber for many, many years in Old Ocean, and Edna was a retired school teacher. The Nash's moved to West Columbia after Ray retired and closed down his barber shop. A person could not ask for better neighbors.
Now for the good news, and it comes in a double dose. Sara and Kevin Polhemus are expecting their second baby later this year and they learned recently that they will be having another girl. Sara is the daughter of my cousin Steve Weems and his wife Rhonda. Steve and Rhonda are my next door neighbors on Gupton Lane.
Sara is pictured above with her 6-month-old daughter, Kinley Mae Polhemus. Sara and Kevin presently are living in Illinois where Kevin works. Congratulations to Steve and Rhonda for learning that they will soon be grandparents for the second time. Jack and Phyllis Gupton Weems had to try five times before they finally had Steve, their first boy baby after my cousin Phyllis delivered four consecutive girls. Sara is following her grandmother's trend!
I would also like to extend my congratulations to another member of my neighborhood who competed in the state track meet and graduated from high school back in May. Dexter Lewis Jr., the son of Dexter Lewis Sr. and his wife Pat, was the co-recipient of the Columbia High School boys track award at the recent CHS Spring athletic awards picnic.
Dexter, pictured at right, was a qualifier in the pole vault competition at the state track meet in Austin on the strength of his 14 feet, 6 inches best effort at the regional track meet in Corpus Christi. He did not finish in the top three in Austin but was very impressive just in reaching that plateau.
Dexter broke his own Columbia High School record at the Region IV Class 3A meet to qualify for state. His height of 14-6 broke the West Columbia school record he set in winning the District 26-3A pole vault event with a height of 14 feet and won the regional silver medal. Congratulations Dexter!
"I wanted to beat the school record since my freshman year," Dexter told The Brazoria County News prior to the state meet. "I was just in a zone that day. It was a crazy day. Everyone was jumping good." Dexter shared the CHS boys track award with his fellow 2009 graduate Christian Gerbich.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Celebrating 29 Years Of Wedded Bliss

Wedding vows were exchanged 29 years ago today at the Methodist church in Brazoria, Texas, between myself and my lovely bride, Peggy Hall Gupton. As Peggy and I celebrate our anniversary today, June 28, 2009, we invite you to take a walk with us down memory lane by viewing a few of the photographs (taken by our good friend Jerry Hundl) from our wedding ceremony. I find it very difficult to believe that nearly 30 years have gone by since Peggy and I placed wedding bands on each other's hands, said our "I do's" (I had my fingers crossed), slapped that fatal kiss on each other's lips and walked back down the aisle as husband and wife for the very first time.
Attending the two of us at our wedding (shown in the group photo below) were Sabrina Matusek Lott as Peggy's matron of honor and Stephen Kent Weems as my best man; Polly Frizzell and my sister Kelli Gupton Kuban as the bridesmaids; and Harold Tolbert Jr. and Dean Carroll Sitton as the groomsmen. Ushers were my brother Cody Gupton, my cousin Hank Gupton, Sabrina's husband Bill Lott, and my good friend and college roommate, the late Isidro Valdez Jr. Wendy Hall was our flower girl and Stephen Hill was the ring bearer.
The Rev. William Raines, pastor of the Methodist church in Brazoria in 1980, conducted the wedding ceremony.
I want to say, "Thanks For The Memories," to my wife Peggy for the past 29 years of toughing it out, sticking with me . . . through good times and bad, soaking up all of the laughter and tears, and mostly for always being by my side since we were high school sweethearts. You are truly one of a kind! I love you, Mrs. Gupton.