Tonight I decided to indulge in the baby blues of Mr. Paul Newman as one of his most famous anti-hero characters. (Okay, so the guy practically invented the type but that aside, Cool Hand Luke is one of the best.)See, I was going to do some homework tonight. Had it all planned out and prioritized. I even bookmarked the appropriate readings. And then, Saturday Night at the Movies starts on TVO and it's showing CHL, with no commercials. Goodbye to Reading #4. Hello to the Best looking man in movies - evah! (And cheers to TVO for the outstanding programming - people just don't seem to understand the glory of public television!)
With my chai tea and buttered popcorn I settled into two hours of 1967 movie bliss. A clean, tight film that allows its characters to speak without a soundtrack and for the audience to fall in love with the lead without even trying. And Newman, good lord, the man has got to be the smoothest actor around. Effortless, from start to finish. When he shows up on screen, there is NO "failure to communicate".
No comments:
Post a Comment