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DVD Review: The James Dean Story

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One of the best aspects of the DVD revolution has been the rescuing of films (especially documentaries) that would long ago have fallen into deterioration. My wife recently purchased a GoodTimes DVD of the 79-minute long 1957 documentary film The James Dean Story, directed by George W. George and Robert Altman, who, long before his fictive film breakthrough with M*A*S*H, was a documentary and commercial television director.

The interesting thing about this black and white documentary is not its subject matter, but its approach. On the negative side, unlike most modern documentaries, the film is flowery, verbose, purple prosed to death, and melodramatically stentorian in its screenplay descriptions of the dead young actor’s moods. In short, it is a virtual hagiography. Yet, in its setups to interviewing real life friends and acquaintances of Dean, there is something interesting about the voice-over narration of character actor Martin Gabel as he ‘talks’ to the interviewees. Also, there are some interesting cutting techniques and musical selections that make the film oddly gripping to watch.

The film’s ‘tale’ consists of following Dean from boyhood to UCLA to New York and the Actors Studio to television to his three noted film roles in East Of Eden, Rebel Without A Cause, and Giant. The best parts of the film are those insights provided by the hangers-on who give small details of Dean’s life — a former roommate, as example, pores through Dean’s personal effects and one learns that Dean was poorly organized and terminally late on bills. This says far more of the man than later documentary films on him, which probed (or rather obsessed on) whether or not he was gay. Part of this aspect of the film’s success has to do with the ‘screenplay’ by Stewart Stern (Dean’s pal, who also scripted Rebel Without A Cause).

However, the film’s aforementioned purple prose has to also be laid at Stewart’s feet. Likewise, the fawning hagiographic depictions of Dean, which start from the opening shots of 1950s moviegoers, get to be a bit much, resulting in some really poor symbolism, from ‘the tree of loneliness’ on Dean’s relative’s Indiana farm, to a dead seagull on a California beach to footprints on that selfsame beach, when Dean departs for New York to make it on Broadway. The worst aspect of this tendency results in a digression on Dean’s delve into other arts — painting and sculpture. Thus, we get a shot of a small piece of sculpture, with a male figure in a sort of Le Penseur (The Thinker) of Rodin pose. We see that it has no facial details, and the film makes a big thing out of this, even though there are no other details of the body. Why? Because Dean titled the piece Self. Oo-la-la!

On the other hand (yes, I am as equivocal as the film), there is something very appealing about a documentary that dares to psychologize its subject (if not to the point of the Self digression), because so many documentaries these days try to feign objectivity to the breaking point, even when, a la Michael Moore, their position, pro or con, is manifest from the get-go. Similarly, the personal accounts of Dean seem far more genuine than later documentaries in which interviewees seem to mug for the camera, and pull apocryphal tales out of their asses, just to get their own lousy 15 minutes in the sun. The interviewees here are speaking contemporaneously, before Dean’s legend really took off, and there is none of the deliberate or unintended fuzzing of memories toward the better angels of Dean’s nature.

The lone exception to this particular good quality of the film is a scene where Altman gets the family and friends of Dean to re-enact their reactions to first hearing of Dean’s death in a car crash of his Porsche on September 30, 1955. What makes this section so poor a piece of filmmaking is the fact that earlier we get to listen to a surreptitiously recorded ‘real’ conversation between Dean and his relatives, and the contrast between that and the ‘scripted’ parts is so great. Also, the film makes good use of the slow panning technique over still photographs that would later be used so successfully by documentarian Ken Burns. However, a caveat should be noted, and that is that the reason the technique works so well in the film is that the source photos are so intriguing. Yes, Dean comes off as a terminal narcissist, but he really did know how to strike the pose, and surround himself with photographer pals to immortalize himself.

That said, the film, even at its mere 79 minutes of length, tends to wear a bit thin after the hour mark, because the reality is that Dean, despite this film’s best intentions and claims, was not a particularly good actor. He was a relentless and born ham, and one need only watch Marlon Brando and Montgomery Clift, vis-à-vis Dean, to see the gulf between good and mediocre Method actors. Yet, while scenes from his films are few, there are some good passages with some of Dean’s friends from New York and Los Angeles restaurants, some outtakes from films, newsreels of the opening of Giant, and a Public Service Announcement for safe driving, which more than make up for the film’s deficiencies. Thus, The James Dean Story is a film and DVD worth watching, even if there are no extras, for its dated style becomes that rare quality that enhances even as it detracts. When was the last time you engaged a piece of art you could say even that of?

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  • Cynthia

    James Dean “was not a particularly good actor?” It seems some people thought he was; he was nominated for TWO Oscars after his death. I think you just don’t like (or understand) his acting style, which was raw and intense and riveting. Some people might be put off by that; I wasn’t, and neither were millions of other people. Jame Dean’s acting was exceptional. You see him onscreen and you can’t take your eyes away from him. And had he lived, he probably would have put both Brando and Clift to shame, career-wise. He would have outshown them both. He was that good.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/an roger nowosielski

    Whatever James Dean was, he was the first American icon – rebel without a cause – when the prevailing opinion was that America was a garden of Eden. I would assume that James Dean paved the way to the acting career of Marlon Brando.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/an roger nowosielski

    Got to add Montgomery Clift to the bunch.

  • Etchnthn2w

    James Dean was mediocre at best. The reason folks couldn’t take their eyes off of him was because he was freakishly handsome, not because he transcended the screen and grabbed our hearts with his performance. If Brad Pitt died after Seven Years in Tibet, EVERYONE would be making him something he was not as well. The “what if” factor captures the imagination more than the truth

  • http://blogcritics.org/writers/alan-kurtz/ Alan Kurtz

    Roger Nowosielski (#2), your chronology is awful. James Dean paving the way for Marlon Brando? It was the other way around! East of Eden was released in March 1955 and Rebel Without a Cause in October of that year. By then, Brando had long since revolutionized American acting, both on stage in A Streetcar Named Desire (1947) and in films such as The Men (1950), A Streetcar Named Desire (1951), Viva Zapata! (1952), Julius Caesar (1953) and On the Waterfront (1954). As for being “the first American icon” of that era, it wasn’t Dean in Rebel Without a Cause, it was Brando two years earlier in The Wild One (1953). In that film’s most famous lines of dialog, Brando as the motorcycle hoodlum Johnny is asked, “What are you rebelling against?” He replies, “What’ve you got?”

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Alright then. I suppose I should have doublechecked it. Dean sticks to mind because he was such a teenage icon who met an early death.

    Matter of fact, just seen The Wild One only two weeks ago. Cracle Movies offers the selection this month.