I must admit I was disappointed in this look at the great Montgomery Clift. The title is misleading: the book's concern is not really with the passion of Clift, the man as much as it is a rambling, at times irritating look at his films, critiquing them and here and there marginally touching on the actual life of the actor. A book dealing with his films - as opposed to a strict biography - is a good idea...but not so as carried out here. The book is also unbalanced in its approach, with way too much attention paid to the film "I Confess" that reading it had me practically nodding off. Ms. Lawrence goes on and on about one Frederick Holland Day who posed as Jesus in several photographs taken at the end of the 19th century...even in a crucifixion pose completely nude! However, even though this book is illustrated, are we shown one of the pictures of Day as Christ - or any of the other many religious images she describes throughout her text? No. But curiosity is aroused a bit - and the road leads to a visual wasteland. Anyway, in short, the book is much, much more about the movies than the man. Biographical backstory on Clift is extremely paltry.
So, a more accurate title to the book would have been: The Passion of Montgomery Clift as Projected in the Characters He Played in His Films. Something like that. On the back cover it says "Amy Lawrence challenges the myth of Clift as tragic victim by examining Clift's participation in the manipulation of his image,, his collaborations with directors, his relationships with costars, and his interactions with writers." Sounds great, yes? Well, there isn't much of what's promised on the back of the book in the book itself.
While the book has some good moments and insights, it ultimately disappoints because it is not what it claims to be as writ on the back cover.