I gave Paul Newman (1925 – 2008) a pretty bad review on Wednesday, and since its publication I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about it. To be fair, the movie really did stink, and I think I redeemed myself by spending a good third of the review talking about how much I love Hud (1963). But to make things perfectly clear: Paul Newman is not only one of my favorite actors, but one of my favorite beings ever to exist. He was a beautiful and humble man, a brilliant actor and director, a loving husband (don’t even get me started on his relationship with Joanne Woodward, you guys, I will seriously cry), a wicked comedian, and a selfless humanitarian. But you know all that, so I’m not even going to bother saying any more. We got all that nasty feminism out of the way in the film review; now is the time to sit back, turn our brains off, and do us a little Newman-ogling. You’re welcome.
(Some of these photos have been saved on my hard drive for years, and therefore don’t have image credits because I don’t remember where they came from. I’m assuming they’re from the now-defunct Simply Classics website.)
Image Source: Just 1 Foot in Yellow
Image Source: Doctor Macro
Image Source: Christian Montone