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They Were Dying, Part 4 of 7
(Montgomery Clift was almost 40 years old when he appeared in "The Misfits". Four years earlier, he had badly damaged his face in a car accident, symbolically ending his matinee idol status. By this picture, he was confused and abusing alcohol and drugs. He died six years later, without completing another major picture.) The Longest Suicide My face is fine. It's all healed up. Nothing's important now. But what is Tusker's game, with this mother stuff? He's asking me to do Freud on his next one. Absolutely not! Miller's losing it. And badly. Pushing rewrites in her face, on her case, catching her eye. Then he wonders why. She's a child. Don't chase her. Don't buzz around. Just stand still. Children come for love. The old boy - he's the man. He's something I can't understand. A matinee idol is nothing when he's got no youth. I ought to know. But somehow, this fellow's got truth. He doesn't fake it, he just is. I can't memorise this. Go. Just leave me alone.
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