Rebel Without a Cause
3 May, 2008
Melodrama of the highest order and yet still so powerful as a story – powerful in spite of years, in spite of camp, in spite of everything. Even on a small screen, even with the lights on, Dean as Stark commands the frame. Tormented feline grace, kept in too small a pen, and I am forced to look away. If I don’t I fear my soul will be torn through my gut. This long-dead man, reborn as a flickering shadow of humanity, and still the weight of his heart lays heavy in my own. A generation grew up with those baleful eyes, and we have nothing to compare.
Perhaps the world does end at dawn. Perhaps it ended already.
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