I’ve been struggling for the past 24 hours over what to say over the passing of Paul Newman. Not only one of my very favourite actors, his films played a huge part of my growing as a person and a cinephile. As my mother’s favourite actor, we bonded over his work, and even at a young age I was exposed to the likes of the Hustler and The Sting. As a man, he managed to eclipse his work in film, using his fame to make the world a better place. With all his great accomplishments, and of course his good looks, it’s a marvel that he would still seem so humble and down to earth. I’m still kind of shattered by his death, I’m having a difficult time accepting. Though he was into his 80s and I knew he was sick, he seemed like one of those actors who would always be around. I don’t have much else to say, except that he will be missed by his fans, and of course his family.
I leave you with a clip from Cool Hand Luke, one of those movies I watch when I’m down. Despite it’s darkness, the film always manages to lift my spirits in a strange way. It’s surprisingly hopeful, though none the less one of those absolutely tragic stories of a man who just wanted to be free.