I saw the news yesterday where Robert Redford passed. For many of my generation, he was our first movie star. All the girls were in love with him, all the guys wished we looked like him.
The first movie of his that I saw was Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I saw it at the Westhampton Theatre back in the day when everyone went to the movies. There on that giant screen was Paul Newman and Robert Redford, larger than life, staring down at me eating my popcorn. I was mesmerized. Coolest two guys ever.
Then came Jeremiah Johnson, at about the same time that I was getting into hiking and camping on the Skyline Drive.
Then he went downhill with that horrible The Way We Were nonsense. But mostly every time we saw the name Robert Redford on the marquee we were all in.
A young friend of mine sent me a text yesterday: Ok, which Redford film should I watch this week? That’s like asking a father, “which of your children do you love the most?” The first thing that popped into my head was The Natural. The picture below is from the last scene in the film. I don’t know if it’s his best movie. But for me it’s one of the top five of all time because it’s about baseball, and it is so beautifully photographed. If you’ve never seen it, do yourself a favor. There goes Roy Hobbs, the best there ever was.
It’s been probably a couple years since I paid money for a ticket, stood in line for popcorn and watched a movie in a theatre. Why bother, when I can see everything from the comfort of my sofa without putting up with rude people and sticky floors? But even if I could tolerate all that there isn’t anything I want to see. Everything is super heroes, comic book characters and the 16th sequel to Fast and Furious.
But this guy…
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