In the Salinas Valley, in and around World War I, Cal Trask feels he must compete against overwhelming odds with his brother Aron for the love of their father Adam. Cal is frustrated at ... See full summary »
Brick, an alcoholic ex-football player, drinks his days away and resists the affections of his wife, Maggie. His reunion with his father, Big Daddy, who is dying of cancer, jogs a host of memories and revelations for both father and son.
Cop-hating Johnny Strabler is recounting the fateful events that led up to the "whole mess" as he calls it, his role in the mess and whether he could have stopped it from happening. The Black Rebels, a motorcycle gang of which Johnny is the leader, cause a ruckus using intimidation wherever they go, with their actions bordering on the unlawful. On the day of the mess, they invade a motorcycle racing event, at which they cause a general disturbance culminating with one of the gang members stealing a second place trophy to give to Johnny. Despite not being the larger winning trophy, it symbolizes to Johnny his leadership within the group. Their next stop is a small town where their disturbance and intimidation tactics continue. Some in town don't mind their arrival as long as they spend money. Harry Bleeker, the local sheriff, doesn't much like them but is so ineffective and weak that he doesn't do anything to stop them, much to the annoyance of some of the other townsfolk, who see the ... Written by
The mark on Johnny's face (below left eye and received in earlier fight with Chino) is missing in the motorcycle ride to park with Kathie, but shows up later in following scenes. See more »
It begins here for me on this road. How the whole mess happened I don't know, but I know it couldn't happen again in a million years. Maybe I could of stopped it early, but once the trouble was on its way, I was just goin' with it. Mostly I remember the girl. I can't explain it - a sad chick like that, but somethin' changed in me. She got to me, but that's later anyway. This is where it begins for me right on this road.
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The first time I saw The Wild One, about 15 years ago, I was disappointed: I think I found the story a bit lacking, and, like another user, indeterminate. Watching it a couple of days ago, however, I was bowled over by it. Yes, it has dated, as all highly styled films do, but if you get over that and open yourself up to the visuals, especially Brando's starry performance as a contrast to everyone around him, this film is fantastically enjoyable! It's also quite remarkable when you think about other films of the period and especially the clothes of the leading men - tight jeans were quite extraordinary. I loved the information from another user that Brando was self-conscious about the size of his bum. Marlon, if you happen to read this, don't worry, you were a babe! (Helped along by leather, frothing beer bottles and shiny bikes, of course!) This film was banned in Britain until 1968: less to do with the plot and more to do with the films sensational and fetishistic qualities, I would imagine. If you have only found yourself laughing up till now, have a different look at the scene between Brando and Mary Murphy out under the stars, his costume and the bike glittering, or the coffee shop, with all its shiny paraphenalia... just the sort of thing to upset the male censors, and where the real power of the film lies.
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