Flash forward 58 years
Yikes, it's been that long since Rebel was released. I was a kid and idolized Brando and heard about this upstart, James Dean, who might have been the next Brando, had he not been killed in a car wreck, racing his beloved Porsche on an open road. I went to see Rebel, wanting to see what he'd been all about. I came away idolizing him. Why? Like I said, I was a kid and saw him playing a troubled, confused, angst-ridden, over sensitive teen (even though he was 23 when he made the movie) that I identified with at the time, though I was much younger. I also thought he was cool, and of course the fact that he died so young, full of so much promise, sealed the deal.
Flash forward to 2013. I watched Rebel on TCM today, the first time in many years I'd seen it. It was partly out of curiosity, and partly over the fact that I had recently visited Griffith Observatory for the first time (I'm not from LA) and remembered the observatory scene, especially the knife fight that took place alongside it. Long story short, I watched the movie, cringing at the awful dialogue, the wooden acting of most of the actors, the trite story line. Dean's acting was not that great either, though it was a cut above the others. What a difference a little time lapse like 58 years can make.
Dean was better in East of Eden and Giant, though he played similar parts -- the vulnerable, troubled outsider. And I still like him, but wonder, had he lived, if he would become the screen icon he became in death.