Marlon Brando photographed by Ed Clark,1949.
Marlon Brando || April 3, 1924 - July 1, 2004
Nobody creates a character but an actor. I play the role; now he exists. He is my creation.
On the Waterfront (1954)
I had a great conflict about going to the Academy Awards and accepting an Oscar. I never believed that the accomplishment was more important than the effort. I remember being driven to the Awards still wondering whether I should have put on my tuxedo. I finally thought, what the hell; people want to express their thanks, and if it is a big deal for them, why not go? I have since altered my opinion about awards in general, and will never again accept one of any kind. This doesn’t mean that what other people believe has any less validity; many people I know and care about believe that awards are valuable and involve themselves in the process of the Academy Awards and others. I don’t look down upon them for doing so, and I hope that they don’t look down upon me. - Marlon Brando with his Oscar for On the Waterfront
Marlon Brando with his Oscar for On the Waterfront, 1955.
Long before he ballooned to 300 pounds in later years, Marlon Brando was notorious for his excessive eating habits, often requiring that his costumes be let out during filming .His gorging was already established when Truman Capote wrote a cruel profile of him in 1957. Capote watched the star of A Streetcar Named Desire order a meal of “soup, beefsteak with french fries, three orders of vegetables, a plate of spaghetti, rolls and butter, and apple pie with ice cream”. In his latter years stories circulated about how when Brando went to health farms, he paid people to throw burgers over the fence. When his wife Movita suspected the household staff of raiding the refrigerator at night, she had a padlock put on it. One morning she found the padlock broken and teeth marks on a round of cheese. The maid told her that Brando nightly raided the fridge. Movita also related how he often drove down to hot dog stands late at night. One of his favorite spots was the legendary Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood; it was open 24 hours a day, and Brando would go there at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning and polish off a half-dozen hot dogs at a time and more food missing from the fridge, one of the servants explained to her that Marlon was responsible for the carnage.