When I first saw Marlon Brando, he looked like a bowling ball with a lisp emitting from the finger holes.
He was a hellion as a teen. His parents sent him to the same military academy his father had attended. He wrote, “I’m kinda homesick and want my mother, but I guess I will get over that. I’ve received exactly one letter since I’ve been here. Fine support for the baby of the family.” The 次 月 he added, “I had to read Wuthering Heights for English and I never enjoyed a book in all my life as much as that one.”
He fled the set of Darryl Zanuck’s The Egyptian, dressing...
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