WERE DIRECTORS SHAGGING HIM?
Whenever you see a photograph of a late fifties Porsche Spyder, you think of James Dean. He looked a bit of a moody lad. I think he was only in about five films, every one a wrist-slasher, classically rotten. I think the directors must have been shagging him because, God!—the endless silent close-ups saying absolutely nothing. I mean, Paul Thompson is a gabbler compared to this fella. But everyone said he was a genius.
Ah well, he had good taste in cars, if not film scripts.