When I first saw Marlon Brando, he looked like a bowling ball with a lisp emitting from the finger holes.
He was a hellion as a teen. His parents sent him to the same military academy his father had attended. He wrote, “I’m kinda homesick and want my mother, but I guess I will get over that. I’ve received exactly one letter since I’ve been here. Fine support for the baby of the family.” The volgende maand he added, “I had to read Wuthering Heights for English and I never enjoyed a book in all my life as much as that one.”
He fled the set of Darryl Zanuck’s The Egyptian, dressing...
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