1. Dave in PSYCH-OUT
(1968): For me, PSYCH-OUT is the best film ever about what it means to be a drugged-up hippie in a band in the Haight-Ashbury in 1968. Mind you, I wasn't in the Haight in '68, but I was born March 2 in 1967, three days before Dean's birthday - and became a hippie musician while at school in Syracuse in '86, so dyslexics and the very very high will appreciate the similarities, which don't end there: As the "Syd Vicious/Barrett"-acid casualty bassist of my band (The Mexican Mud), I played the calm voice of artistic "integrity" to my quick to sell-out lead guitarist Dave (i.e. hiding my lack of chops with shamanistic camouflage). So imagine my delight in finding my on screen representation in PSYCH-OUT is a) named Dave; b) played by a young Dean Stockwell and c) wearing a gaudy Native American headband and hippie wig probably lifted from the Indian section of the sound stage's leftover prop box. and D) playing the psychedelically enlightened shaman (beyond money and fame) to Jack Nicholson's fame-crazed lead guitarist, Stoney. Stockwell is amazing here in a small role. We find him living inside a shed on a roof , where he sits in stoic contemplation; free of desire and fear and money --- and yet immediately, suavely, he starts coming onto pretty tourist Susan Strasberg, whose come into town from the Styx to find her brother Bruce Dern, an early prophet of the sugar cube, lost in the candy colored throngs of the Haight. Stony lays all this bullshit on Dave, but Dave just keeps his eyes trained on the girl. She's what's important, and we dig the sublime way Stockwell manages to be sincere and moving while hip and disaffected at the same time. Nicholson never could handle that sort of duality, even back then. Nicholson's sneering disaffection hangs heavy on him in a straight hippie role, you can feel his revulsion towards it-- that's actorly "conflict" - but Stockwell is resolved --believably beyond pairs of opposites.
Later, after their band's first gig at the Filmore--Dave shares his drink, liberally spiked with the chemical drug known as STP, with the broken-hearted Strasberg (Stony left with another woman). Little does Dave know that she's not "experienced" and doesn't realize what she's in for! STP is the advanced master class to LSD's kindergarten and Strasberg's never even taken aspirin! Man, Dennis Hopper knows a chick who takes it all the time. Can you believe that? I took it once in my 20s and it damn near killed me, luckily it was the 4th of July and I spent some of the 30-hour peak at a party with a guy I swore was Francis Ford Coppola. He thought I was nuts! Nuts like a snail... crawling along... the edge... of a straight razor!
So "ahem"- yeah, Strasberg can't handle it and soon she's on the streets in a fit of hallucinatory insanity, trying to find her LSD-drenched brother Bruce. Before she can get hit by a car Dave gives up his life to save her and later casually notes, "I hope this trip is a good one," right before croaking.
He was some kind of a man.
For Dean Stockwell, at any rate, yes, it's been a hell of a good trip. This man's been in pictures since he was a baby (he played the baby of Nick and Nora Charles!)
2. Edmund in LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT
(1962)Here Stockwell was a mere 26 but he more than holds his own against Kate Hepburn, Jason Robards and Sir Ralph Richardson as his uber-dysfunctional family of Irish drunks, junkies and theater folk.
Luminous and gorgeous throughout, Dean's the vulnerable core of the film, holding back in group scenes but emerging in his tet-a-tets with the other family members to portray a young man whose own recently diagnosed tuberculosis prevents him from being able to look the other way at his mom's slide back into morphine abuse or his dad's miserliness. Stockwell projects an impressive mixture of tenderness and impatience; love and disgust, and the poetic duality-transcendence to bind them all, that comes from growing up around chronic dysfunction. They should show this movie in rehabs!
You can see Stockwell was profoundly influenced by James Dean, in only the best of ways, by which I mean he captures Dean's softness, his playful, gentle spirit, but adds it to his own lexicon. Stockwell's not the sort of actor to imitate via the superficial trappings (jacket, hair, knife), or to fall into the sway of even the acting titans he shares the JOURNEY stage with. Here he's like James Dean in that you sense the sweet inner child that the veneer of disaffected coolness protects, alternating in doses that show behind the character is the actor and behind the actor... genius.
I could of course go into detail why his role here reminds me of my own life too, but it's less glamorous than with PSYCH-OUT
, and hell, well, there you have it. A toast of STP-laced Kool-Aid, to Dean! Happy birthday, Mr. Stockwell, you magical survivor of the Hollywood grist mill, you perennial bloom on the tempest-toss'd rose bush of the stars! See you "In dreams!"
GENIUS!
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