Paul Newman (1925-2008)
I was profoundly saddened this morning to hear about the death of Paul Newman. Monica and I had been following the reports about his battle with cancer, but somehow thought he’d overcome it. Of course, we didn’t know Paul Newman, but like so many others we respected his activism and greatly admired his outspoken beliefs in social issues and his fifty-year marriage to Joanne Woodward. Much of the news coverage today has focused on the notion that he was one of the last great screen icons, and one of the few Hollywood personalities to have exuded such sincerity both on and off the screen. In so many films he projected an air of confidence that was both commanding and self-effacing.
Do yourself a favor this weekend and check out Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. When Sundance (Robert Redford) tells Butch that he can’t swim, Butch reacts with an infectious laugh that I’ve never forgotten. One of those little moments that can define a film and an entire career.
We’ve lost one of the good guys.