Brando and Welles
What astonished me in Michael Sragow’s effusive tribute to Marlon Brando (“Contender? More Like a Champion,” Feb. 9) was his failure to even mention the obvious parallel to Orson Welles.
Both Brando and Welles started out great but soon lost interest and wound up as 300-pound grotesqueries, devoting the last 30 or 40 years of their lives to overpriced cameo appearances in lousy movies, working with mediocre directors in projects they openly despised. In the end, natural talent is not nearly enough; character is finally what matters.
BURT PRELUTSKY
North Hills
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