A deserved classic, this aptly titled movie features giant stars, a ginormous mansion incongruously stuck in the heart of the giant state of Texas, a running time that exceeds three hours and giant story elements. It all works amazingly well, never seeming drawn-out or boring, notwithstanding a rather stately pace.
Chronicling the amplification of 20th Century Texas society from cattle wealth to oil megawealth, Giant also stoops to conquer racism towards Mexicans. It does all this by following three generations of Texas gentry, their feudal underlings, rivals and assorted functionaries.
Charismatically performed by a superstar-led cast, smoothly directed by mid-century Hollywood master George Stevens and branded into legend by James Dean’s untimely death, Giant stands tall 50 years later.
James Dean – in his third and final movie – provides a bolt of deranged energy every time he appears on screen. Sadly, this totals hardly a third of the movie. His drunken fiasco near the end – known as the Last Supper in Hollywood – proved he could act. Mumbled charisma intact, he convincingly played a man much older than himself, thus earning a posthumous Best Actor nomination at the ’56 Academy Awards.1
Rock Hudson certainly looks the part of tall Texan gentry. Too bad his performance lacks grit, notwithstanding the Best Actor nomination he received for it at the 1956 Academy Awards. The fact that his career was mostly comprised of light drama and comedies proves he was out of his depth here.
Elizabeth Taylor lights up the screen early in the movie as a saucy rich girl. Her performance becomes less interesting as the movie moves beyond the first act however, both because her role takes more of a backseat and because she wasn’t especially convincing as an older woman. Just in her early twenties, she played a character who aged into her fifties. Of course, James Dean was the same age yet proved to be the better actor, given that his character aged the same amount.
The rest of the large cast hold their own with the three superstar leads.
1 He actually died before filming concluded.
George Stevens ably used a huge budget, huge set and a full year in the editing room to deliver his polished and flowing film. His IMDB bio emphasizes that the movie focuses on outsiders – Liz Taylor’s character is an outsider to Texas, James Dean’s character is an outsider to polite society, Mexicans are outsiders to the dominant white society, and even Rock Hudson’s character becomes an outsider at the end when he stands up against racism. All this alienative tension keeps the story interesting, while Stevens’ smooth eye behind the camera and in the editing room keep it flowing.
1950s edginess = 21st Century tame.
The movie pictures the rise of Texas Rich oilmen, including ranchers who found that derricks were vastly more profitable than Angus, and wildcatters who used their megawealth however they damn well pleased.
Jett Rink (James Dean’s character) was based on one of the most famous of the latter. Glenn McCarthy, variously referred to as Diamond Glenn and The King of the Wildcatters, built a $21,000,000 hotel in 1949, flying Ginger Rogers, Errol Flynn and other Hollywood celebs to Houston for the grand opening on a Boeing Stratoliner he’d bought from Howard Hughes. That boondoggle forms the basis for the blowout towards the end of the movie known as James Dean’s Last Supper.
You can’t make this stuff up. Especially when talking about Texas.