As a little girl growing up in the 1950s, Paul Newman, or the movie roles he played anyway, infused my understanding of what a man was. He was the romantic ideal, despite the fact he was usually quite a rogue. This turned out not to be a good thing.
I grew up outside of Manhattan, which even in the 1950s, had more broadcast channels than most places, and those channels, for lack of programming, showed movies, so I saw "Somebody Up There Likes Me," (1956) and "The Long Hot Summer," (1958) repeatedly before I was old enough to actually go to cinemas and see his classics like "Cool Hand Luke," (1967) (not a favorite because it is so grim and masculine), "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," (1969) (again, a great film but not a favorite because once you make that trip to the grim ending, you're reluctant to make it again). My last odd favorite was "Sometimes a Great Notion." (1971)
My favorite Newman persona was the bad boy who is ultimately redeemed by the long-suffering love of a good and pure woman, although all through my life, as I try to duplicate that scenario, it doesn't turn out the way it did in the movies. My first husband, who I met when I was 15, was the personification of rogue and actually resembled Paul Newman back then, and that relationship impacted and damaged my future permanently. And I followed it up with yet another bad choice, based on the Frank Sinatra movie model of rogue lover who is redeemed by the love of a good and pure woman.
Not.
Newman did one Hollywood stunt, abandoning the wife and family of his youth to fall in love with an actress, and he paid the karmic debt for it when his only son died of drug and alcohol abuse. And then he redeemed himself by staying in that second marriage, despite it being a union of two actors, until he died. My hyper-religious sister used to insist that the secret of their success was they were both gay and the marriage was only a sham cover. Possible, but probably not. They had daughters, but stranger things have happened, and they stayed way under the radar. Even Newman's long, long battle with cancer was kept quiet. It was a very dignified way to have a sucessful Hollywood career.
Still, those early movies put a warp on my tender sensibilities, but I won't hold it against him. And some ancient quote of his about the success of his marriage is worth recalling, something about why grab hamburger when you have steak at home.
I Tivoed Newman this morning to celebrate his passing with a wallow through past performances and found only one film scheduled anywhere this week, 1998's "Twilight." I've never seen it, so I'll try it.
