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Aug. 22, 1994: Show Business:Byron Meets Billy Budd
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Aug. 22, 1994 Stee-rike!
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
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ARTS & MEDIA/SHOW BUSINESS, Page 83
Byron Meets Billy Budd
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<p> James Dean was a sexy, stammering poet who died young. Now he
is put on the rack again, in a gossipy new biography.
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss
</p>
<p> In Fairmount, Indiana, in the early 1940s, James Dean would
"dream out loud about getting in the movies." Ortense Winslow,
the aunt who raised him after his mother died of cervical cancer
at 29, thought it an odd ambition for a farm boy. "I mean,"
she says, "there wasn't anything very different about him--except he had this strange ability to take you along with his
feelings."
</p>
<p> In just three films, Dean took America along with him. He walked
into Hollywood and with East of Eden, Rebel Without a Cause
and Giant created a trilogy of youthful alienation. Then, at
24, he crashed his Porsche Spyder 550 on a California highway
and died. That was nearly 40 years ago, and it marked the birth
of Saint Jimmy, Punk Martyr. His life and death have inspired
films (September 30, 1955), plays (Come Back to the 5 & Dime,
Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean) and dozens of songs. Visits to Dean's
Fairmount gravesite have become as much a part of celebrity
mythology as trips to Graceland or Jim Morrison's plot in Paris'
Pere-Lachaise cemetery. Next year there will be a big-time Hollywood
biopic; every male star under 30 pines to play the lead.
</p>
<p> And, it seems, every journalist over 30 wants to mine that life
for meaning. Or at least gossip. In Boulevard of Broken Dreams
(Viking; $22.95), Paul Alexander, who has written books on Andy
Warhol and Sylvia Plath, argues that Dean was a homosexual whose
romances with starlets were so much unfelt publicity. Alexander
scavenges for tatty, tattly tidbits, like the story about the
night Dean and a pal picked up a one-legged girl at a bar and...well, the curious may turn to page 203 for the punch line.
And to page 286 for a photograph of a naked young man, supposedly
Dean, fondling himself in a tree.
</p>
<p> This dish, much of it spilled long ago in Kenneth Anger's Hollywood
Babylon (where Dean is dubbed "the human ashtray"), should not
stop the presses of any tabloid. For that matter, they should
not have started any presses at Viking. Stuffed with exotic
by-products and lots of filler, the book could be sold in supermarkets
as Jimmy Dean pork sausage.
</p>
<p> Dean was not, as Alexander posits, the first movie star to project
androgyny. (See the early films of Gary Cooper and Cary Grant.)
It's true that in East of Eden a whore calls out to Dean, "Hello,
pretty boy." And yes, he was pretty: slight and muscular, his
body compact, his face beautiful, seraphic, smudged, sleepy-eyed
and quite American. Yet his appeal was not the girlish winsomeness
of a catamite. It was the lost soul of the postwar teen, glamourized
for the movies. In '50s film, that looked revolutionary. Today
it just looks brilliant. Dean was important not only for what
he represented but also for what he achieved: a delicacy that
grounded his anger, a supple craft forged at the Actors Studio
and on live TV dramas, a charisma that drew all eyes to him
and the characters he created.
</p>
<p> James Byron Dean had the Byronic touch; he was a sexy poet who
would do much and die young. But for Byron's verbal brilliance
Dean substituted eloquent muteness. Like Melville's Billy Budd,
he felt obliged to stammer out the truth when enraged by the
lies of his superiors. This made Dean (who felt abandoned when
his father sent him to live with relatives) the spokesman for
a generation that rejected their parents' evasions. Dean's strangulated
murmurings, like Marlon Brando's cruddy diction, was an impediment
that became a hip mannerism--part of the modernist liturgy.
The two made rudeness a political statement, a sacrament in
the new Church of Teen.
</p>
<p> Dean idolized Brando, and no wonder. Brando was there first
with the most: three defining films (A Streetcar Named Desire,
The Wild One, On the Waterfront) and a surly, pensive sexuality.
If Brando had died in 1955, he might be the icon today. Instead
it was Dean who flamed into immortality, pop-style. "If Marlon
Brando changed the way people acted," Martin Sheen said at a
1980 service in Fairmount, "James Dean changed the way people
lived."
</p>
<p> That's true, if by people we mean kids. It was Dean who escorted
kids into the primacy of '50s culture and who made withdrawal
their fashionable political statement. In East of Eden, his
best film, he is often simmering, skulking in the background
like an orphan or a guilty conscience or the family psychopath.
His genius was to suggest he could be any of these things or
all of them at once. In that movie, Julie Harris says of Dean,
"he's scary. He looks at you, sort of like an animal." That
was the actor's image: a shivering faun who could rear up in
rage--Bambi with cigarette, torn T shirt and blue jeans.
</p>
<p> Like so many '50s movies, East of Eden and Rebel Without a Cause
inhabit Freud's little acre. In the first film, Dean's character
reconciles with his whore-mother; in the second, he effectively
disowns his emotionally impotent dad and becomes the head of
his own improvised teen family, father to Sal Mineo, lover to
Natalie Wood. In both films, Dean ends up teaching his parents,
if only by screaming, "You're tearing me apart!" Dean's was
a lesson that kids and adults would not forget: the young know
better.
</p>
<p> Alexander's inferences about Dean's private life may make for
cocktail-party chatter, but finally they are irrelevant. So
is the cult; in the end, only the work remains. And for a young
man who was still creating himself and his craft when he died,
James Dean did stupendous work. He lived in the only place that
matters for an actor: onscreen. He still does, in fact.
</p>
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