I so love James Dean. I like the way he inhabits the skin of a role and is always moving, shifting, crouching, leaning, touching. While the plot moves forward, he keeps doing little seemingly unconscious things and can't keep himself still—like he's a child or an animal.
His face is even more mobile, constantly flitting from expression to expression. He laughs and cries out in despair, both, in the, what, three movies he lived to make. And when he does so, he absolutely personifies the famous theatrical tragedy-comedy mask.
—Sarah Torribio
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