Yeah, the old-school “male lead” is a dead thing in 2019, but, if anything, Tarantino’s movie is a tribute to that bygone era. Paul Schrader suggested this last night, and I agree, when he mentions that “Brad Pitt has entered the pantheon of America actors. By that I mean Grant, Clift and Newman not Brando or Dean.” It’s all about charisma, folks, and Pitt is a master at that practice. I always look forward to the next movie Pitt stars in. His acting talents have never been questioned. The natural charisma is contagious, but so is the fact that he has never really “sold out” to franchises. There aren’t many highly-payed and popular actors that could admit to that in this day and age of Hollywood bloat; DiCaprio is another one. Pitt has subtly built up one of the most eclectic and ingenious filmographies in Hollywood (“Fight Club,” “12 Monkeys,” “True Romance,” “Se7en,” “The Assassination of Jesse James,” “Moneyball,” “Snatch,” “Inglourious Basterds,” “Burn After Reading,” “Ocean’s Eleven”). Those are some risk-taking endeavors and, yet, why has Pitt never gotten the credit and respect he deserves as an artist? The obvious answer would be because he is just too goddamn attractive. Time will remedy that, Pitt indeed belongs in the pantheon and a supporting-actor campaign would most likely have him in contention to win his first acting Oscar. Contribute Hire me
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