Can we have a thread about this glorious motherfucker and his legendary escapades? The one a few days back was great.
Several biographers claim that Marlon Brando had an IQ of 90.
Is half of that stuff even true? I can see him taking a bite out of a frog and lobbing it back into the water, but getting MC'Ds thrown over a fence from his buddies to fix his hunger cravings?
I don't know, but something rings bullshit.
>>64175243
I feel the opposite about those particular storys.
> In the 60s Marlon Brando and Peter Sellers lived next door to each other temporarily.
> One night, at 2am, Marlon was awakened by his door bell ringing.
> Upon opening the door, he found Peter naked on his doorstep
> Peter asked 'Do you know a good tailor?'
> Marlon knew he had just been pranked by the comedy genius so decided to get his own back
> The next day, Marlon drilled out the spyhole on Peter's front door
> Later that evening, he rang Mr Sellars doorbell
> Upon hearing "Who is it?", Marlon farted through where the spyhole had once been, the full force of which caught Mr Sellars in the right eye
> Peter moved out the next day and as he was packing his things into a van, Marlon began throwing oranges at him and calling him a faggot
Wasn't he an early internet master troll?
>>64175298
This. If I was rich and forbidden to eat I'd do the same, but I sure as fuck wouldn't bite the head off some animal.
>While filming The Score, Marlon kept referring to his co-star Angela Bassett as "LaToya" and "Miss Jackson". He would often regale her with stories about scuba diving and deep sea fishing trips with her brother Michael and ask her personal questions about female grooming trends in the African-American community. At the cast wrap party, Marlon gave everyone a gold pocket watch with the exception of Bassett, who received a case of nail polish remover and gift certificates to Arby's and LA Fitness.
>>64176078
Where do you find this shit at?
>>64175157
It’s Marlon Brando’s fault, Jim. Your mother back in California before you were born, before she became a devoted mother and long-suffering wife and breadwinner, son, your mother had a bit part in a Marlon Brando movie. Her big moment. Had to stand there in saddle shoes and bobby sox and ponytail and put her hands over her ears as really loud motorbikes roared by. A major thespian moment, believe you me. She was in love from afar with this fellow Marlon Brando, son. Who? Who. Jim, Marlon Brando was the archetypal new-type actor who ruined it looks like two whole generations’ relations with there own bodies and the everyday objects and bodies around them. No? Well it was because of Brando you were opening that garage door like that, Jimbo. The disrespect gets learned and passed on. Passed down. You’ll know Brando when you watch him, and you’ll have learned to fear him. Brando, Jim, Jesus, B-r-a-n-d-o. Brando the new archetypal tough-guy rebel and slob type, leaning back on his chair’s rear legs, coming crooked through doorways, slouching against everything in sight, trying to dominate objects, showing no artful respect or care, yanking things toward him like a moody child and using them up and tossing them crudely aside so they miss the wastebasket and lie there, ill-used. With the over-clumsy impetuous movements and postures of a moody infant. Your mother is of that new generation that moves against life’s grain, across its warp and baffles. She may have loved Marlon Brando, Jim, but she didn’t understand him, is what’s ruined her for everyday arts like broilers and garage doors and even low-level public-park knock-around tennis. Ever see your mother with a broiler door? It’s carnage, Jim, it’s to cringe to see it, and the poor dumb thing thinks it’s tribute to this slouching slob-type she loved as he.
>>64175458
>Marlon began throwing oranges at him and calling him a faggot
That was a nice touch...
In 2001, after being approached by Scientology recruiters, Marlon Brando is reported to have said, "Why join a cult... when I can BE a cult?!" Allegedly he shoved the recruiters to the ground and ran away laughing maniacally. 5 months later his agent finally located him in a small African village near Lake Victoria, leading an apocalyptic death cult. The UN report on the aftermath remains classified but rumors speak of mass graves, human sacrifice, and murals of Mr. Brando's face made out of the bones of children. Beneath the village it is said that the cult of Ogamboo Metukalu (The One) had 2,000 slave laborers digging a secret underground temple complex where the cult intended to live after the Apocalypse. Mr. Brando's agent says the Hollywood star has put that part of his life behind him and chalks it up to poor judgment brought on by a flu, but if that is the case, why does Marlon continue to make routine trips to Africa to this day? And why are cases of missing children around Lake Victoria more than 20 times higher than the average of the rest of Africa? Mr. Brando's agent declined to comment.
In October 2001, Marlon Brando met with the families of 9/11 victims. After a brief interview in which he expressed his condolences and hope for closure, he reportedly burst out laughing and made airplane noises and mimicked two planes crashing. He then picked up the child of a deceased victim and whispered into her ear "Your dad's dead, bitch", and proceeded to put on a pair of sunglasses and unleash a barrage of martial arts attack on the small child. She was rushed to the hospital where she was pronounced dead due to extreme physical trauma. When asked later about the incident, Brando became visibly sexually aroused and repeated the same attack on the reporter.
In 1989 during the filming for "A Dry White Season", Marlon Brando was surfing with co-stars when a small child was dragged under the waves and began to struggle to stay above surface. As his co-stars rushed to help, Brando held out an arm infront of them, stopping them and was reported saying by Donald Sutherland (who played the character Ben Du Toit in the film) "The waves have claimed her, let her fight for her own life". The crew, dumbfounded, proceeded to watch her struggle until her body disappeared beneath the waves, lifeless. He was later spotted outside the child's house, making drowning gestures and thanking the family for their child's sacrifice to the great ocean.
On the set of "The Island of Dr. Norway", Reeves was brought in front of a mock tribunal, forcing him to apologise for a prank played on a fellow cast member Fairuza Balk. Reportedly, Reeves entered Balk's trailer during a shoot with 4 freshly picked carrots he bought from a near-by farmer's market, and hid the vegetables in various locations in the dressing room, leaving a sign on the door claiming "There are 5 carrots hidden in this room". Balk, who was know to suffer both from OCD and lachanophobia (an irrational fear of vegetables), was rushed to hospital when she collapsed outside her trailer just before an expensive action scene was supposed to be shot.
While filming 'The Freshman' Matthew Broderick was getting upset during almost every scene due to the fact that Brando had not memorized any of his lines, Broderick had eventually had enough and ended up screaming at Brando, calling him untalented and an amateur. When the crew took a week vacation for holidays, Brando had sent a package to Broderick's home addressed to Broderick's daughter. When his daughter unwrapped the package they found that it contained a hand written note that said, "No one fucks with the Brando" and included a scrapbook of pictures of Broderick having sex with multiple cast members from the film.
its hard to out do peter o'toole's stories
>O’Toole’s run as Macbeth at the Old Vic, in 1980, was hammered mercilessly by critics who branded it ‘ludicrous’ and ‘about as subtle as a battering ram’. But it could have been so much worse. The theatre’s then-director Timothy West once recalled a meeting at which O’Toole unveiled ambitious plans for the production: inflatable scenery. It transpired that O’Toole was involved in an Irish company whose blow-up designs could fit in the boot of a car – hence the name, La Boota Ltd. O’Toole flew over a designer at his own expense and had him ensconced in a hotel room with his inflatables, some glue, and a supply of whiskey. Two weeks later, his designs were unveiled at rehearsal. “The curtain rose to reveal a dimly lit collection of black plastic phalluses swaying in the wind,” West wrote in his autobiography. On top of that, the actors struggled to make themselves heard over the air compressor. Even O’Toole had to agree that it was a disaster; the inflatables were scrapped.
>>64177868
>One of Michael Caine’s favourite Peter O’Toole anecdotes involved his time as the older actor’s understudy for the Royal Court play The Long And The Short And The Tall, in 1959. O’Toole invited Caine to dinner, and they sat down to a plate of chips; the next thing Caine remembered was waking up in a strange flat. It was 5pm, two days later; curtain up was at 8pm. "Never ask what you did,” O’Toole told Caine later. “It's better not to know."
>>64178030
>O'Toole sliced off the top of his finger in a boating accident during the production of "The Lion in Winter." His remedy? The actor dipped the finger in brandy (which now seems like it was O'Toole's version of duct tape, the remedy for everything) before pushing it back into place and getting it bandaged. Three weeks later he unwrapped the bandage and found he'd put the top of the finger on upside down. "Probably because of the brandy, which I drank," he quipped.
