BRANDO
There are people who aspire to be artists, but I don't think
they're worthy of the calling. I don't know of any movie actors, or any
actors. . . . There are no people . . . we can call them "artists," give
them the generic term if they're comfortable with that, but in terms of
great art, magnificent art, art that changes history, art that's
overwhelming--where are they? Where are the great artists today? Name
one. When you look at Rembrandt, Baudelaire, or listen to the
"Discourses" by Epictetus, you know the quality of men is not the same.
There are no giants. Mao Tse-tung was the last giant.
GROBEL
Pauline
Kael made some pretty audacious statements when she reviewed "Last
Tango in Paris," saying it had altered the face of an art form. Did such
critical reaction to the film throw you?
BRANDO
I was talking
about this before. An audience will not take something from a film or a
book or a book of poetry if they do not give to it. People talk about
great writers, great painters, great creators, but you cannot fully
understand what a great writer is writing unless you have some
corresponding depth of assimilation. To some people, Bob Dylan is a
literary genius, and that he's every bit and more what Dylan Thomas was.
And Pauline Kael, unconciously, gave much more to the film than was
there. You learn an awful lot about reviewers by their reviews. A good
reviewer. A bad reviewer you can't learn anything, they're just dummies.
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