When Marlon Brando died in 2004, aged 80, I lost the final member of my revered trio of maverick heroes: Orson Welles (from whom I once sat six feet away in a recording studio but couldn't muster the nerve to meet), Frank Sinatra (whom I saw perform in concert), and Brando (with whom, a la “six degrees of separation, I came within one actor of meeting). Of the three, Brando was my favorite on screen. I first saw him in one of my generation's first "teen movies," THE WILD ONE. Later, when I saw him in VIVA ZAPATA, which I consider one of the finest films ever made, and ON THE WATERFRONT, I became Brando-branded for life. Then there was ONE-EYED JACKS, THE GODFATHER, THE FRESHMAN, and his last meaty cameo in THE SCORE. Those were some of his best films, and he made other great ones, but he made plenty of stinkers, too. Yet despite his poor film choices and roles far beneath his herculean talents, and even after his weight ballooned to epic proportions (like Welles’) and personal life (like Sinatra's) turned to tab fodder, Brando remained an acting hero to me.
Amanda (Jane Wyatt): "Spock, does the good of the many outweigh the good of the one?"
Spock (Leonard Nimoy): "I would accept that as an axiom."
Amanda: "Then you stand here alive because of a mistake made by your flawed, feeling, human friends. They have sacrificed their futures because they believed that the good of the one - you - was more important to them."
Spock: "Humans make illogical decisions."
Amanda: "They do indeed."
Early in his in career, Alan Ladd (1913-64) was carefully photographed to make him appear taller than his 5’4-1/2”. He was a very little guy, but not to the 10-year old me when I saw SHANE (1953) in which Ladd plays the world-weary gunslinger who drifts into a quiet western town and becomes drawn into a conflict between an peaceable homesteader and a ruthless cattle baron. Shane was a hero to the Starrett family (especially little Joey) and, as a man who sacrificed himself to help strangers in need, he was a hero to me. Shaaaaane, come back, Shane.
Auctioneer: "Where are you from, slave?"
Auctioneer: "What part?"
Josephus: "125th Street."