Michael Pitt advances American film

Ham-headed marketeers titled Alice Denham's wonderful book disgracefully, but did not altogether obscure a wise remark she makes about the three male foundations of movies in America: Brando (brilliant) was stagy, while Dean (brilliant) and Clift (brilliant) played the character. Michael Pitt cradles a role in his hands and heart, then pours over it essences of Pitt, so that the acting craft is not quite the character and not the actor, but the character trying to conform itself to the contours of Michael Pitt. This vector of energy from the screenwriter's character to the actor reduces to almost nothing the bleak and crippling spectre of intentionality that has so plagued the colossal crusaders' march of American moviemaking.
(And isn't it just like the University of Toronto to take Alice seriously?)