“Who would you say has helped you the most?”
He gestured toward himself in answer. “When I graduated from high school, I came out to Los Angeles and went to UCLA to take pre-law. I couldn’t take the [long pause] tea-sipping, moss-walled academicians, that academic bull.”
“You sure as hell cleaned that phrase up,” I said.
He had two years at UCLA, keeping in touch with his father, who had married again, and establishing good terms with his stepmother, Ethel. Jimmy discovered that James Whitmore, movie and stage actor, ran a theater group that met once a week. “There’s always somebody in your life who opens your eyes, makes you see your mistakes and stimulates you to the point of trying to find your way. That was James Whitmore. I met him around 1949, and he encouraged me to go to New York to join Strasberg’s Actors’ Studio. I did different things on television there and a couple of plays.
“When I came back to Warners, Battle Cry was being made, and Whitmore was on the lot. I wanted to thank him for his kindness and patience. He said: ‘It’s not necessary. Someone did something for me—Elia Kazan. You will do something for someone else.’ I’ve tried to pass it on. I feel I’ve been of some benefit to young actors. It’s the only way to repay Jimmy Whitmore. But you do it yourself.”
I steered him on to another subject—New York. He had a contract with Warners calling for a total of nine pictures in six years. He would have had 1956 completely free to go back to Broadway. I had a feeling he’d be one of the few actors who would, in fact, return to the theater and, what’s more, play Hamlet. He had the urge and push to do it.
“New York’s a fertile, generous city if you can accept the violence and decadence,” he said. “Acting is wonderful and immediately satisfying, but my talents lie in directing and beyond that my great fear is writing. That’s the god. I can’t apply the seat of my pants right now. I’m too youthful and silly. I must have much age. I’m in great awe of writing and fearful of it. But someday....”
“How old are you now?” I asked.
“Twenty-three.”
“You’ve got a long and beautiful life ahead of you.”