I have so much to do today -- tons of housework, hostess gifts for my mom and sister (who are feeding me this Turkey Day), making myself presentable for Thanksgiving Dinner, getting over to my mom's by 3:30 ... And yet, here I am, still in my jams, developing carpal tunnel and watching The Sting.
There's a school of thought that Redford and Newman aren't really "ac-tors," thespians, as it were. But I must say I don't care. They are great movie stars, and when they fit their parts -- like they do here -- they are so charismatic I can't look away.
Technically they are better "ac-tors" and paid more attention to their craft than I think many high-brows give them credit for. I'm watching how they move in The Sting (Redford's rather athletic and watching him move is quite yummy) and can see that they remained in character for this still. Look at the body language -- even without having seen the movie, you can see which one is the brains and which is the brawn.
I am thankful for film because it's forever. Paul Newman may be gone but he will never be forgotten, no matter how old Redford gets we will always be able to watch him leap over railings and race el trains, and someday my 9 year old nephew will enjoy this movie as much as I always have.
