I heard some sad news today. Paul Newman, who has been struggling with cancer, was recently released from a New York hospital after chemotherapy treatments and allowed to return home. He didn't want to die in the hospital. Doctors have given him only a few weeks to live.
When asked by reporters how he was doing, he said that he "was getting along nicely." That's the kind of classy guy he is.
Maybe this thread is premature, maybe I should've waited until the time comes -- but I didn't feel like doing that. Why wait to pay tribute to someone until after they've gone? Why not do it now while he's still here, even though his time might be limited?
It might sound sentimental, but stars of Newman's magnitude really meant something to their fans. Unfortunately, so much of what Hollywood churns out today can be summed up in one word: Junk.
Paul Newman is a reminder of a time when Hollywood actually made movies worth seeing and remembering. Movies that made you think, that moved you, inspired you or just made you feel really good. The kind of movie that you could get so caught up in, you didn't even want to go to the kitchen for a snack because you might miss a couple minutes of it.
Who could watch Cool Hand Luke and not say to themselves, "Wow! What a performance!"
Of course, he will always live on in the great films that he did: Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, Hud, Cat on A Hot Tin Roof and The Verdict to name a few.
But I wonder how many people are aware of the charity work he did as well? All of the profits from his food products when to charitable causes. He also sent up a residential camp for seriously ill children.
Yes, he is a pretty cool person as well as being a great actor -- and giving women someone to drool over for decades. Check out the legendary blue eyes:
It saddens me that his beautiful blue eyes might soon be closed forever. I hope he's enjoying the comfort of his home, and being with his family. And when the time comes, I hope it will be as easy and painless as possible.
Safe home, Paul.