So many much more talented writers have already taken their turns eulogizing the great man. I don't know what more I can add.
Just that Paul was the best. It's that simple, his style his presence marks him as one of the last movie stars that where men rather then twitchy little boys. (Can you imagine Tobey Maguire as Cool Hand Luke, Fuck can you imagine him as Harper?).
But even among these men Newman was unique. He was cool, but never unapproachable ala Mitchum and Bogart. Bigger then life, and all too human. Mean as a snake, but with a generous heart. Truly one of a kind.
Newman never compromised himself, he never lost it, and just as importantly the material never lost him, even the most beloved icon's resume is littered with a few clunkers at the end of the line. Newman was fantastic in Cars for the love of Christ.
A true original died today and the world is poorer for it.
Manage Your Great Expectations (1946)
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