his due yesterday.
Having put up my usual Monday post about the ineptness of the Spurs board, management and players and then following that up with Moose finally winning his 20th I forgot to post about Paul Newman dying.
One of the last great stars of Hollywood, what do we have now but mental midgets in funny cults, who it seems didn’t take himself that serious just because he read out loud in front of a camera.
I picture my epitaph: ‘Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.’ Paul Newman
When someone like Newman died in the past the TV channels would be lining up film after film in tribute “The Color Of Money” with the aforementioned midget was on last night, by coincidence, not exactly his greatest, if they do a retrospective I don’t expect some of my faves to be included, such as 1994s “Nobody’s Fool“.
I always liked the irreverent 70s/80s output of…
Slap Shot (1977)… “Everybody is on their feet screaming kill, kill, kill, this is hockey”. Fort Apache The Bronx (1981).
No doubt they’ll show some of the classics like “The Hustler“, “Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid” and his other cracking collaboration with Robert Redford… The Sting (1973).
And surely they must show…
Cool Hand Luke (1967)
With some of the best scenes committed to celluloid… “What we’ve got here is failure to communicate”… “C’mon safety pin…POP!”… “Nobody ever eat 50 eggs”.