Robert Redford died yesterday, 16th September, aged 89. Q picked this well, one of his delicate family studies, his third as director, very well acted - some evidence that actors can make great film directors (Eastwood, Allen, Welles). I'm glad to say we'd been on something of a retrospective in the last couple of years, with films like The Horse Whisperer, The Natural, Sneakers, Quiz Show, Barefoot in the Park, Our Souls at Night, The Company You Keep and Ordinary People.
My favourites: Butch Cassidy, Three Days of the Condor, The Horse Whisperer. The one I most want to watch again: The Sting.
Preacher Tom Skerritt brings up sons (one of whom is Joseph Gordon-Leavitt in his debut) sensibly and with an obsession with fly fishing. Benda Blethyn is mom. The boys grow up to be more sensible academic Craig Sheffer and wilder journalist Brad Pitt. The former falls for Emily Lloyd.
The sensational photography by Philippe Rousselot won the Oscar.
Richard Friedenberg adapted Norman Maclean's story.
I remember Redford in interview once saying that a regrettable by-product of being famous was that he could no longer go anywhere in public. He had the consolation of being a nature lover and being able to relax in that environment, but still...
His biggest achievement, though, was almost certainly the Sundance Festival / Institute.
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