Rarely has anyone met with such a welcome as Marlon Brando met with on the morrow of his arrival in Paris to act in his latest film. Those who knew him in Hollywood — that shy man, remote from society — were astounded: how had he become so carefully groomed, taking frequent strolls through the streets with his admirers, talking with them at length and trading joke for joke! There is no doubt that some change has come over Brando's person... Yet something else drew attention: that the young actor who has seized glory by both ends, and who can get from life whatever he desires, is most certainly far from happiness! He seldom smiles — and when he smiles, his smile is not from the heart! And his face, brimming with youthful vigor, rarely brightens with joy!

It is hard to believe that Brando has reached his thirty-fourth year; but anyone who has followed his devel-opment, from the day he arrived in Hollywood in his eccentric dress down to our own day, must conclude that this brilliant star has reached the stage of maturity, has attained a certain stability, and has given up the boyish antics that once were his.

After long trial, Brando has managed to fit himself to what his working life demands of him: he is punctual, arriving at the studio on time. But he still detests the din of social life, and he is rarely seen at the empty public parties where people abound and meaningful talk is scarce — like the cocktail party! Yet he does not live alone; he has his own way of living and his own com-panions, with whom he sheds all for-mality and becomes merry, uncon-strained, entirely himself... These

— He has kept company with girls, but has not yet decided on marriage

companions he meets in modest cafés, where none of his colleagues of high society will see him — for to this day he has not been able to accustom himself to Hollywood life in the full sense.