Joshua Tree, 1951: A Portrait of James Dean

There have been more films made about James Dean than Dean made himself...

Dying at 24, with 2 posthumous Oscar nominations...Dean was a financial liability, the studio needed a return on their investment...they made him into a very profitable icon.

The gossip and the rumours surrounding Dean's sexuality and sexual proclivities were viral - everyone claiming a stake in the dead man's bed...

Mishory should have done some research into his subject before committing anything to film: he was not named after Lord Byron, his mother died when he was 9 (not 8) - ad nauseam. A trivial complaint...but...irritating.

The film reeks of easily-achieved-black-and-white style and lacks all credible substance - the writing basically stinks - not helped by some truly bad performances from the support.

Perhaps, Dean was a petulant, self-indulgent little prick...this film certainly paints him that way...

Mishory has achieved nothing with his film - inaccuracies and well-known facts are re-hashed and re-packaged - presumably for an audience yet to discover Dean. This film will only discourage any further interest in a faded, fleeting star of yesteryear.

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