In a world where I tend to choose watching reruns of One Tree Hill than films of actual relevance, I can always rely on the Flatmate to occasionally force me into cultural awareness.
On this particular evening that meant Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Along with diabetes inducing amounts of Swedish candy. Whereas Flatmate is a great influence culture wise, he's not as great an influence when it comes to movie snacks.
First reaction to this movie classic; Paul Newman was freakishly hot. Like, insanely jumpable beyond Johnny Depp, Ryan Gosling and George Clooney combined. Then again, I've known this since the first time I saw Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and fell in love with Brick Pollitt. And now 14 years on, I still think he is one of the most beautiful men to have walked planet Earth - although I have since then realised why Brick Pollitt is an ideal crush for precisely no one at all.
Even though I hate Western movies with a vengeance - this movie seemed promising from the get go; other than Paul Newman it has the great Robert Redford and the even greater Katharine Ross (Elaine! Elaine!) in the cast, it's based on real life train robbers and it is the movie for which Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head was written for. And unlike most classics - this one didn't actually disappoint me.
The movie is fast paced - great for my ADD - hilariously funny in its' places and it has one of extremely few sassy and self sufficient female characters ever seen in a movie from the 60's. Come to think of it, you barely get that in movies today. But Etta Place lives on her own, takes care of herself and manages to look after her messy torn-between-two-men debacle without become a victim or a bimbo.
In short, I loved this film.
Now, did Paul Newman have any grandkids? Preferably male and preferably in their late 20's or early 30's? Let me know.
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| Yep, they made them better back then. |
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