9.28.2008

Cool Hand Shit

Paul Newman, one of the true cool originals, died Friday of cancer. He was 83.

Newman leaves behind an untouchable filmography. The ones I saw defined outsiders: down on their luck, never without hope, held back by that little kid in all of us.

His Cool Hand Luke is the quintessential lost boy. Grown, but not grown up. I love how the film's poster holds court in Edward Norton's drug-spoiled apartment in Spike Lee's 25th Hour. It's placement (front and center, ready for worship) tells all you need to know about Norton's cool guy aspirations, but more importantly hints to a similar fate. Even some 30 years later, Luke's reluctance to authority remains well preserved.

I suppose that's testament to an infinite appeal.