Paul Newman

I have been trying to come up with something deep and poignant to say about Paul Newman. What he means to me as a film guy, as a guy, as a little boy, as a man, as a human being. I didn't know him, just his work and how that work communicated with me.
My friends and I saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid conservatively 30 times in the theater, no tape no disk, just film. We imitated action and dialogue ad nauseum. Cool Hand Luke was a revelation, probably to this day colors my aversion to authority. "What we have here is a failure to communicate..." Man, I keep running a film obituary in my head over and over. I have a stack of Paul Newman moves I can't seem to bring myself to watch quite yet, Hud, The Hustler, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof The Color of Money,has any actor had the balls to recreate a character like Fast Eddie and improve on it?. I have watched these films countless times and yet I still revel in the freshness and authenticity of Newman's performances. If you haven't seen Nobody's Fool, do so, that is how a true artist grows.
Like I said, I didn't know him, but the work will be with me always. I am happy for that.

Life By Misadventure

Growing up in the Deep South you are not aware of the dark underbelly of the gentilly of social graces. What lurks beneath the surface is sometimes banal and sometimes unspeakable. I don’t want to go into specifics in this forum but suffice to say the hulking truth can be devastating. I have decided that this gothic southern stereotype should be personified and exhibited in a visually creative form. I choose this form of expression out of the shock and disbelief of revelation. It is fitting that the post K upheaval should churn the muddy waters of the past and discolor a superficially idyllic memory. Mine. Watch this space.

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My Little Girl

Recently I was editing a video that contained a sappy country song (Tim McGraw, "My Little Girl").  My daughter Ruby who is 7 heard the song and started to cry.  Apparently she equated this tune about a little girl growing up  and leaving her father to get married with my eminent demise.  She doesn't want me to die. I have news little girl neither do I.  But I will.  I became a dad later than most. Barring catastrophic disease or accident I could still dance with her at her wedding and bounce my grandchildren on my withered lap.  It's my intention.

The remarkable physical transformation children undergo as the grow is matched only by the metamorphosis of their minds.

What I am reading : The World That Made New Orleans - From Spanish Silver to Congo Square

What I am watching : My children grow really fast

What I am listening to: The Flaming Lips

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