Showing posts with label James Dean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Dean. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

"The only greatness for man is immortality" ~James Dean


"James Dean made just three pictures, but even if he had made only one he would still be the greatest male star of the ’50s. The pictures are East of Eden, Rebel Without a Cause, Giant. Just the titles evoke epic visions, and all three films live up to their titles, constituting a three part heroic poem on atomic age youth, its beauties and its obsessions…James Dean was the perfect embodiment of an eternal struggle. It might be innocence struggling with experience, youth with age, or man with his image. But in every aspect his struggle was a mirror to a generation of rebels without a cause. His anguish was exquisitely genuine on and off the screen; his moments of joy were rare and precious. He is not our hero because he was perfect, but because he perfectly represented the damaged but beautiful soul of our time.”
- Andy Warhol

Happy Belated Birthday James Dean.



Monday, 29 March 2010

“She’ll outgrow it, dear. It’s just the age…the age where nothing fits"


So I finally watched Rebel Without A Cause. What a film....it was extraordinary.... and what was more extraordinary was the fact that it really does apply to all children up until now.

And I am not just saying that. I feel everything Jim and Judy and Plato said.

I felt every word James Dean's Jim Stark character meant when he said this genuine fact:

"If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused, and didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything... if I felt that I belonged someplace, you know?"

I feel that my house is a zoo. I believe the tagline "To Belong...and be loved"...I believe that nothing is worth believing in this world that we live in. How does one become a completely incompetent fool if she doesn't think, or rather get the feeling about boiling the milk the whole day? Or how does one care about putting the dishes for cleaning when she is busy crying??

I hate it all...this sad excuse of a life.