Paul Newman is gone. I grew up watching his movies, and they were often great. Even his average movies were way better than some of the blockbusters of today. My favorite was "Cool Hand Luke". When we saw it in college, we made a game of counting the Christ archetypes. For example, when he was walking down the street at the beginning and destroying the parking meters; driving out the money changers. Eating the eggs was the last supper. Remember him lying on the table afterwords, arms spread? The Crucifixion. Him digging his own grave. Burial and Resurrection. His escape and return; the second coming. "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid", "Hud", "The Sting", "Somebody Up There Likes Me", "Exodus", "Hombre", "Slapshot". I just loved his work.
He stayed married and faithful. "I have steak at home, why go out for hamburger?" Newman told Playboy magazine when asked if he was tempted to stray. He served in the Navy, Pacific Theater in WWII. He was a philanthropist. His 'Newman's Own' line, started in 1982, by 2006 had donated over $200 million to charity. His "Hole in the Wall Gang Camp" for seriously ill children started in Connecticut in 1998, is now in Ireland, France and Israel. The camp serves 13,000 children every year, free of charge. In June 1999 Newman donated $250,000 to the relief of Kosovo refugees.
Here's tribute to a great man that lived a full life. He entertained, was humble, honorable and contributed to people in need. RIP
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