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Thursday, October 28, 2010

"I COULDA BEEN A CONTENDER..."

Two brothers, dockworker Charlie Malloy (Rod Steiger) and ex-boxer and soon to be heroic mob informer Terry Malloy (Brando), on the back sit of a cab talk about the fraternal support the younger never got. This inmortal scene full of gravitas, shame and disillusion belongs to On the Waterfront from 1954. Directed by Elia Kazan and written by Budd Schulberg. How great words delivered with royal acting can pass on fancy stuff (look at the poor background of the taxi) How art don't need to be necessarily expensive. Brando can break your tears in a matter of seconds...
So i guess you gotta do all what you can for your dear ones or someday they can face you with the sad truth even in the back of a cheap cab.

Charlie:

(Gently)
Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son?
(Nostalgically)
When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.

Terry:

It wasn't him, Charley, it was you.
(Years of abuse crying out in him)
Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville!
(More and more aroused as he relives it)
You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.

Charlie:

(Defensively)
Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.

Terry:

(agonized)
You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.

(Charlie takes a long, fond look at Terry. then he glances quickly out the window)





2 comments:

#167 Dad said...

AWESOME!
Brando was the king and this was, in my humble opinion, his greatest role.
Furthermore, I did not, I'm sorry to say, ever landscape Marlon Brando's yard.

Guely of Sweden said...

They don't make them like this anymore!

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