GIANT
Directed by George Stevens; with Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, James Dean, Mercedes McCambridge, Carroll Baker, Dennis Hopper, Chill Wills, Sal Mineo, and Rod Taylor.
1956

f Hud is as wild as Texas, then Giant is as long as Texas (or at least about the time it takes to drive from Austin to Houston). But just because it clocks in at a little over three hours (not including the intermission) doesn't mean you shouldn't go down that road. Giant takes us to that famous mansion -- façade partly still standing -- on the flat lands of Marfa, where cattle rancher Bick Benedict (Rock Hudson) rules the Reata estate. Bick, who travels back east to buy a horse, returns home with a fancy black stallion and a filly on his arm -- new bride Elizabeth Taylor. Of course wily ranch hand Jett Rink -- James Dean's last role before his death -- quickly develops a crush on her too, and the competition between rich man, poor man is turned up another notch. Even if the words "epic saga" make you fidget, this one is a must-see. Taylor gives one of her best performances ever; the entire plot hinges on her assimilation into the barren, patriarchal West Texas way of life, which she progressively makes, with spunk and smarts. Two generations are chronicled in the story (taken from Edna Ferber's novel), and along with their growth as a family comes a documented move in the Texas economy from agriculture to oil, and for the times, a pretty advanced statement on racism. The characters don't age very gracefully due to an overuse of talcum powder, so it's a damn good thing the movie does.