Unlike many biographies that track their subject’s life in a linear line from birth to death, BRANDO Unzipped: A Revisionist and Very Private Look at America's Greatest Actor, opens with Marlon Brondo’s arrival in New York City. He was just nineteen. He wore a red fedora and declared, “I want to knock New York on its ass.”
Brando meant that figuratively and literally. It’s the literal part Darwin Porter highlights in this exposé of one of the world’s best-known actors.
Porter tracks Brando’s life and career using the simple expedient of Marlon’s appearances on stage, and in film. Porter discusses in depth the actors, directors, and hangers-on who swirled around Brando in each of his performances. Along with notable directors such as Elia Kazan, Joseph Mankiewcz, and Stanley Kubrick, came a cavalcade of actors and actresses seeking out what Marlon called, “my noble tool.” The names are as varied as colors in a sunlit prism. Hedy Lamarr, Burt Lancaster, Clifford Odets, Rita Moreno, Cary Grant, and James Dean stand out against a backdrop of anonymous sex with men, women, and under age boys and girls.
Shortly after sodomizing a string of fifteen-year-old Mexican boys while shooting Viva Zapata, Brando said, “They have the smoothest skin—sometimes their asses are even smoother than a woman’s creamy breasts.”
According to Porter, Brando did not discriminate. When presented with an opportunity he took it. While Marlon lived as a guest in their home, both Vivien Leigh and her husband Lawrence Olivier sampled Brando’s noble tool on alternating nights. What a guy!
Brando’s pre-New York days are detailed in flash back interviews with those who knew him. Many comments were not flattering.
On reading, BRANDO Unzipped, I came away with the feeling that the man was not very nice. If Darwin Porter’s account of Brando’s life is to be believed, Marlon loved four people: his mother Dodie, with whom he had an incestuous relationship that ended in his late teens, Wally Cox, James Dean, and above all himself. The rest were merely stand-ins. This brings me to the point where I question Mr. Porter’s accuracy. While he verifies his accounts with second voices, many others slip in without corroboration.
Unlike fiction, biographies don’t often lend themselves to flights of eloquence and Porter’s book is no exception. The style is unadorned, sometimes even tiring.
By the time I finished Brando Unzipped, I was exhausted. Marlon Brando was either a test case for a wide variety of sexual addictions, or he was the luckiest bi-sexual man to have ever breathed air.
For Brando fans this is a must read book despite its flair for tabloid sensationalism. As for his career, Marlon Brando left a body of work that only the envious decry.