As a young man I guess I was shy. Or I was raised with some mixture of reverence and fear toward the fairer sex (gender). Case in point my latter-day political correctness. But I went to the local cinema, probably on the day and date in question. There, with another together in the darkness, I witnessed Mel Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein.” No, not with the girl of my dreams forever. But I was on a date. It was a big deal. But not with the girl of my dreams forever. That’s only in the movies.
Amid glowering film we sit seeing
each others’ glowing souls ever eminent
yes Young Frankensteins’ horror of being
as we swerve over absinthe remnant
I’d written this a long time ago. I have always struggled to allude to some connection to the next morning NOTRE DAME BESTING UCLA, ending the Bruins 88-game four-season dominance, and the sporting events connection in my mind with the movie, and the character Frahhnkenschteein portrayed by Gene Wilder. He was building the perfect beast; Teri Garr as merely his adjunct. She gave him power by not just her running things, but letting him think he was, errrr, competent. Somehow it is related in my brain that I was unable to view the game at my father’s, ahem, request. At 15, I recall specifically that I was not able to see the game on television due to my responsibilities with certain chores. Something like weeding the back lawn or tossing shovels of soil through a screen.
As opposed to being with the girl of my dreams, I daydreamed.
Robert Redford, however took a broad turn as a good looking leading man, tramping his way through big deal films in those halcyon days; seen here is Barefoot in the Park, from Neil Simon’s comedy. On stage, it was a smash hit. When they made the film, Jane Fonda provided his celluoid equal.
During it’s Broadway buster-blocking?
Introducing the inimitable Elizabeth Ashley.
Fonda was and is enigmatic
Redford advanced film itself; both sustained interesting careers of longevity in the spotlight.
I believe Ms Ashley has a story or two as well.
Not in a spotlight per se.
Though The Sting was their eventual big payout,
Redford was first the now singularly ubiquitous Sundance to Paul Newman’s Butch Cassidy, and we do look to that film as anointing the man. However, the film’s sole Academy nod went to William Goldman winning ‘scripting for the screen entirely new material,’ quite a feat. Directed by George Roy Hill, known today as a classic, the film captures hearts still. Redford became founder of the Sundance, Utah film extravaganza blah blah. An icon.
He could’a had it all. He chilled instead…
The title roles were originally cast with Newman and Steve McQueen, but the latter left after a dispute over billing. The role of Sundance was then offered to Jack Lemmon. Lemmon, however, turned down the role; he did not like riding horses! Eventually, the role of Sundance went to the lesser-known Redford. Initially Newman was to play Sundance with Redford cast as Cassidy. Fox producers did not want Redford, but director George Roy Hill insisted.
Redford later said this film irreversibly changed his career.
Butch Cassidy’s outlaw gang was actually called “The Wild Bunch”; this was changed, in the film, to “The Hole-In-The-Wall Gang” speculated to avoid confusion with Sam Peckinpah’s recently released film The Wild Bunch.
Bartender says, “Once I got your drink, you’re mine for life”
MY FAVORITE REDFORD YARN, however, is a just a simple little caper flick with a hopeful scheme and a band of kindred. Peter Yates didn’t make a ton of films but he nailed this one, to my estimation. They’re a merry band indeed, and they are all cogs in this wheel they’ve spun and frankly, they can’t get off. Redford is Dortmunder, newly released and glad to be out. From the moment his brother-in-law Kelp nearly runs him down in earnestness, his life is complicated. Again. Check Moses Gunn as Dr Amusa, ubiquitous crooked ambassador, bemoaning their bumbling ways, having stolen and then lost the precious Mombadian (sic) birthright, now tasked once more to retrieve the massive gem.
“I’ve heard,” he protests,
“of the habitual criminal.
But never the habitual crime.”
Paul Sand provides explosives. Some he learned in Berkeley.
Ron Leibman can shave ten minutes crosstown. Lives for his Ma. Charlotte Rae, of course. They listen to records of the ‘Sounds of the Indianapolis 500′ and such. What a life!
George Segal as Kelp has mad skills, trust him.
He just wants to help Dortmunder.
It’s a simple gem heist.
What could happen?
THE HOT ROCK
written by………….. William Goldman
Do not inquire at banana stand. Ask for Miasmo.
BONUS ROUND the sister is TOPO SWOPE,
sometime actress and daughter of Dorothy McGuire,
absolutely stunning in an early 70′s braless, hiphuggers way…
Meanwhile, Redford’s ulcer is killing him.
No way out.
It’s like he told the warden during discharge.
“My heart just wouldn’t be in it.”
It’s good. And its bad.