Many cinephiles believe modern American acting begain with Marlon Brando. The first Brando film I ever saw was A Streetcar Named Desire, and when Brando appeared on screen and stripped his torso bare, I knew why he instantly became one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. From the brutish to the refined, from Tennessee Williams to William Shakespeare, from hypermasculine to foppish, Brando could play the full range of masculinity in multiple genres. The general public knows Marlon Brando primarily as the dymanic actor who made Stanley Kowalski and Don Vito Corleone American icons. Yet The Contender reveals a man who wrestled with his craft, his commitment to civil rights, and his fractured relationships, and the monster of celebrity.
It's important to keep in mind that the subtitle of this book is The Story of Marlon Brando Yes, this book is a biography, yet William J. Mann gives it the structure and tone of a novel, diving deep into some areas of Brando's life while condensing or glossing over others (Brando's third act, post-Last Tango in Paris, is rushed through). In this fashion, The Contender offers a nuanced, if overly sympathetic portrait of Marlon Brando, yet Mann's observations, overlayed with facts, accounts from costars, friends, lovers, and admirers, and the actor's own words, buttress the claims and accounts Mann puts forth. Mann makes a stylistic choice to begin a section at one point in time, say with the start of the production of Guys and Dolls, and work his way back. This takes some getting used to, but I didn't find his method off-putting. Marlon Brando was a man who's life and work were so outsized that containing any attempts to contain it will seem inadequate, yet Mann crafts a story of the actor's life that gives every major turning point in Brando's life sufficient attention.
Marlon Brando was a man of appetites, particularly for two things: sex and food. I'd always heard that Brando was bisexual, and Brando himself confirmed his sexual experiences with men. Yet given the array of sexual orientations that abound in 2025, I like to think of Brando as heteroflexible. Though men may not have been the primary object of his sexual or romantic desires, he definitely engaged in same-sex sex whenever it was made available to him. Mann claims Brando's sexual compulsion, which he enjoyed describing in graphic detail to friends, stemmed from complex feelings about the lack of love and security he received from his alcoholic mother, yet I think there's more to it than that. His love of food dominated the second half of his life, with reports of Brando packing away gallons of ice cream and plates of rich food widely known. Many may ask how a man who seemed to have everything could be so reckless, especially in his treatment of women. But as The Contender aptly demonstrates, everyone has multiple sides.
Individuals like Marlon Brando, who revolutionize a field, are puzzles the rest of us spend years tyring to figure out. This infuriated Brando, but it couldn't be helped. Though he held acting in low regard, the dynamic performances he committed to the screen have shaped acting, movie-making, and celebrity for generations of people. As Mann point out, Brando would much rather be rememberd for commitments of civil rights and racial equality rather than his screen portrayls. But I don't want to like in a world without Sky Masterson, Weldon Penderton, Terry Malloy, Corleone, Kowalski, and so many others. As a man Brando was deeply flawed but as an actor he was utterly flawless.