Much of my disagreement with the general view of film critics of the 1950s comes down to a disagreement on method acting. Which is to say, they like it, and I hate it. Now it is important to note Iâm speaking about method acting in film, which is a very different topic than method acting in theater, and more specifically, Iâm talking about what is generally known publicly as method acting in film as opposed to what acting instructors might call method.
In theater things get more complicated as thereâs really no single âmethod.â Rather one school of acting (Stanislavskyâs) was split into three schools (with Lee Strasbergâs being the one most name-dropped) that all approached the method in different ways. The core idea is to find the emotional center of the character, but how thatâs done and what that means varies. These three schools then splintered into a dozen or more major schools and hundreds of minor ones, where the teachers modified “the method” to form their own system. Method acting has been described as a cult of personality where students kneel before their specific prophet, and I think that view has merit. But thatâs talk of philosophy, and in the theater, what matters is the performance. So if one of these method schools produces superior actors, itâs a bit silly to condemn the school for a stupid philosophy. There is one aspect of that philosophy I will touch on, as I think it is always a problem, though perhaps one that can be overcome by the virtues of the training. The problem is that method acting always focuses on the actor, not on the story. It is about finding the emotion, not necessarily showing that emotion (although all schools that Iâve heard of do try for that expression as a dependent goal), and more importantly, it is not about getting a performance that will work best with others, building to a collaborative story. It is always about the self first.
But thatâs theater. And method acting is a very different creature in film. What does method acting mean now? As it is popularly used, it is about the actor losing himself in the part, taking on the attributes of his character both on and off set. The biggest recent examples would be Jared Leto sending rats and used condemns to his co-stars, Wesley Snipes hiding out in his trailer and communicating only through post-it notes that he signed âBlade,â and Christian Bale screaming at and physical attacking crew members. But that isnât method acting. Thatâs just bad diva behavior that is crossing into a personality disorder. None of that has anything to do with acting; itâs just being an ass. Montgomery Clift did not spend his off time during From Here to Eternity starting knife fights with anyone chubby. He drank. Apparently a lot. Which is reasonable.
Similarly, people like to call it âmethodâ when an actor changes his body for a role, but thatâs got nothing to do with method acting (itâs almost the exact opposite). You donât get much more of a change than Charlize Theronâs for Monster, but she laughed between takes and specifically stated she wasnât method in the part. The disconnect can be seen when Robert De Niroâs physical change for Raging Bull is said to be method, but Chris Prattâs was not for Guardianâs of the Galaxy.
The term “method acting” has become close to meaningless in film as it no longer refers to the training the actor has received, but what stupid things heâs doing. Oh, thereâs some actual method actors about, but you canât tell them apart from non-method actors by watching the finished product. Some are thought to be very good; Daniel Day-Lewis is generally considered a great actor and his method training is given some of the credit, but thereâs nothing about what heâs done on screen that is fundamentally different. And thatâs not how it once was.
Once upon a time, there was no method acting in film. And then at the very end of the 1940s, things changed. Three men appeared: Marlon Brando, Montgomery Clift, and James Dean. Oh, there were others with the training such as Rod Steiger, but there werenât any print campaigns on him. It was all about the Trinity. They were the first generation movie method actors, and they were different.
They were also pretty men, two of them (Clift and Dean), extraordinarily so. If you think thatâs not relevant, then you donât know Hollywood. Also, I point you back to Steiger, who was not considered pretty. It was Brando who was most important, in the short term, though it was the other two that gave him longevity. What did they do? They died. Dean died quickly, at the peak of his fame, so heâs always remembered as he was. Clift got into a car accident also at the peak of his fame, and then slowly killed himself, but he too has been sealed in a time capsule. They didnât have a chance to make fools of themselves the way Brando did, (The Island of Dr. Moreau leaps to mind).
But in 1951, no one was laughing at Brando. He burst into cinema with A Streetcar Named Desire and people at the time were very confused. Critics loved it, so they called it realistic, and as Brando was a method actor, they called his acting realistic. I canât figure how they could be so wrong. Thereâs nothing ârealisticâ about either A Streetcar Named Desire or Brandoâs performance. That is not, on its own, a condemnation. It wasnât supposed to be realistic. They took a stage play, with a stage director (Elia Kazan), and all the major actors from a stage company, except for Vivien Leigh, whoâd played the part on stage for a different company, and they slapped in on film. Itâs a stage play and it feels like it and every single actor plays it that way. Hell, Kazan even shrinks the apartment set as the film progresses to show Blanche DuBoisâs feeling of claustrophobiaâlife was closing in on her. This isnât realism. Itâs representational.
People get it now, or at least some people do, where now is the last thirty years. Roger Ebert calls method acting hyper-realism. What Brando was doing wasnât what a human would actually do, but a way to represent emotions. No one would yell âStellaâ as he does, but reality isnât the point. The point is feeling that emotion, the need and desire and self-loathing, without any connection to how things are. And he succeeds. You do know how Stanley feels. And so would those people sitting in the back rows of the theater. Kazan and Brando seem to have forgotten that cameras can pick up subtlety.
I am not fond of Brando performance in Streetcar, but I canât argue that it doesnât fit the film. No one in it is subtle. No one is real. Itâs emotions turned up to 11, then turned up some more, and projected into space.
The problem with method acting comes when this artificial, hyper-realistic acting style is placed in a film thatâs actually supposed to be realistic. On the Waterfront isnât shot as a stage play. Itâs shot as if this is reality. But Brando continues to over-emote. He isnât showing us the external Terry, but the internal one, which conflicts with the film’s style. The same can be said for Clift in A Place in the Sun, as well as From Here to Eternity (although it is hard to call From Here to Eternity realistic with their sandy beach sex scene and the he-man machine gun heroics at the end, but in general, it is trying to be, while Clift is not). These hyped-up performances reached their ridiculous peek in Rebel Without a Cause, when James Dean screams, âYouâre tearing me apart!â.
Now thatâs some overacting. Has any teen (Dean was 24) ever done that? Has any human? Put this into a film now and itâd be laughed off the screen. Iâm betting it would have been in â55, but Dean was dead by the time of release and no one was in a mood to laugh at him.
So our Trinity was all about hyper-emoting. Again, in the right kind of movie, that could work in theory, but I want to get a bit more specific. Brando and Kazan have both stated that the heart of method actingâof what they were trying to put on screenâwas unpredictability. That was the key, that the audience never knows what the character will do next. Brando said that at any moment he might explode out, or he might not. Youâd never know. And here we have a huge problem with story. How a character reacts is not supposed to be random. It is supposed to build upon the characterâs past actions and visible personality, and itâs meant to further the story. But if a character just âexplodesâ at any time, then thatâs not a character, or a story. That could work if weâre talking about The Joker, but for most any other character, itâs a mess. These explosions of emotion donât tell us anything about the character (except he might be psychotic). It does, however, explain scenes in Streetcar and Rebel.
Now if you are going to âexplodeâ emotionally, what do you do? You canât âexplodeâ calmly. Pretty much, explode means violence, of one kind or another. So weâre left with attacking someone/something, sexually assaulting them, or throwing a tantrum. And thatâs what we get. This is the biggest change that the first gen method actors brought to â50s cinema: theyâd suddenly attack or throw a tantrum. And to make it an âexplosion,â theyâd tend to act overly subdued, and mumble, until the big moment. And this was not the norm for male leads of the â30s or â40s. Thatâs the visible change. Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart, and Laurence Olivier did not suddenly drop to the floor crying, kicking their legs in the air. Nor did they scream and sweep the dishes off the table. This was new. Well, more or less new. Itâs why Iâve stuck to male pronouns above. Because actresses had done this before. Bette Davis made a career out of having fits. Not that it was any more realistic for women to act this way than men, but itâd popped up for years in film for women. Was it a good change? Iâd have suggested a better way to go would be to stop having women throwing tantrums than to start having men do it.
The sudden excitement about this new form of acting wasnât so much about a new form, but rather having a few males act in ways that had been acceptable only for females in the past. A few emotionally vulnerable pretty men… Yeah, marketing was involved.
Alright, so Brando, Clift, and Dean were focusing on their own emotional states and âexplodingâ randomly. That sounds problematic to any kind of production, but I can imagine it being workable in the theater. But films arenât made like stage plays. Scenes arenât shot sequentially. Often full scenes donât exist at all. An actorâs emotion rarely has anything to do with the emotion the audience feels. Hitchcock famously demonstrated this âKuleshov effectâ by taking a shot of an actor and splicing in different shots of what the actor was reacting to. If a shot of a mother and child is placed between the shots of the man, his smile displays kindness. But if a shot of a women in a bikini is put between those same shots, then that same smile means lust. Thereâs no change in the acting. Films arenât created on set, or on a stage, but in an editing room. A jigsaw of pieces are put together to make the puzzle. So even if your film was an overly emotive representational one, this form of method acting would have no advantage.
Hitchcock had a horrible time with Clift. He wanted Clift to look up after coming out of a church, but the actor couldnât find any emotional reason for looking up. Of course the reason is that it will have an effect when edited inâthe actorâs feelings of the moment were (and are) irrelevant. The actor is trying to make his own movie, and actors simply canât do that. It doesnât work. Hitchcock suggested his paycheck be his motivation.
Some historians want to point out that the coming of the Trinity was the beginning of the great blossoming of film method acting. But it wasnât. It was the end. And thatâs easiest to see when the second generation came in. Paul Newman is the perfect example, as heâd trained at the same school as Brando and was brought in once as âa similar typeâ to push Brando into taking a role (so this new young pup wouldnât get it). When Newman started to rise, things had changed, as had film method. You can see it in 1958âs Cat On a Hot Tin Roof. Thereâs lots of emotion, and Newman even gets the seemingly require method temper tantrum. But it is less fake. Newman understood there was a camera involved, so he played to it, not the back rows. Those outburst were more subtle, more real. The hyped-up acting was gone. His tantrum was still odd (but Cat On a Hot Tin Roof was based on a play, so some stagey action is expected), but it seemed like something that a person might actually do. He expressed emotion, lots and lots of emotion, but expressed it, not represented it. Within a decade, the peculiar acting style of the Trinity was gone. Even Brando pulled it in (sometimesâŚ). This overwrought, theatrical acting had appeared, made a splash in a few pictures, and then faded, and everyone once again acted as if they knew that this was a film, not an open air production. And because it was gone so quickly, critics and the public didnât have the time for the new smell to fade, and to see that it was all pretty silly. By then the films and actors had been declared to be great, and no one likes to contradict themselves. And with two martyrs, emotionally, people just clung to a greatness that never was.