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One-Eyed
Jacks (1961)
The one and only film Marlon Brando ever directed is just as moody, dwelling and distressed as Marlon himself. It is an overlong film filled with juxtapositions of right and wrong portrayed more deeply and probingly than was accustomed or even allowed in westerns at the time. But then again, One-Eyed Jacks never turned out a western in the John Fordish sense of the word, which is no surprise considering Brando's affiliation. There are no vivid descriptions of ways of life, no warmth of atmosphere. The film is completely void of nostalgia, which is rather rare for a western. Even Sergio Leone's cruel rendition of western life had that soft spot. In all probability it simply doesn't interest Brando. One-Eyed Jacks gave him a chance to explore the human psyche, which he did excessively, inconsiderately and with a fair share of that well-known arrogance of his. After Brando produced a first cut of the film at five hours, the studio trimmed the film down to its meager two and a half hours to fit conventions. And while this saves us from what would have been an indigestible chunk of Brandoisms, it also deprives the film of some depth - making certain segments somewhat loosely motivated, and ultimately, the romance even mushier than Brando and Pellicer are able to make it in the scenes they share. The film is naturally at its most interesting concerning the Brando/Malden relation, which is one of timeless and explosive proportions. Brando does well in leaving the friction between the two simmering throughout the movie, it gives the film suspense and tension. And Malden is the director's most powerful instrument, giving a riveting and complex performance. For all his eccentricities, or perhaps because of them, it is a pity One-Eyed Jacks remained Brando's only directorial entry.
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