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REMEMBERING PAUL NEWMAN, HUMANITARIAN AND ACTOR

By Richard CorlissIn the decade after World War II, three soulful studs came from Broadway to Hollywood. Marlon Brando, James Dean and Paul Newman became movie stars in the 50s and helped revolutionize the craft. Of these three, way back then, Newman seemed the least unique. He wasn't Brando, though he had studied at the Actors Studio and starred on Broadway in a Tennessee Williams play. He wasn't Dean, though he nearly played Dean's brother in Elia Kazan's

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But unlike the other two, Newman stuck it out. Instead of leading his talent in weird and wayward directions, like Brando, or smashing it to pieces on a California highway at 24, like Dean, he just kept getting better, more comfortable in his movie skin, more proficient at suggesting worlds of flinty pleasure or sour disillusion with a smile or a squint. And of the three, he was the most conventionally gorgeous. How many teenage girls had that famous poster of Newman — his face in monochrome, his eyes a startling sky-blue — tacked to their bedroom walls?

Then Newman did something really remarkable: He sustained that early promise for five decades. He grew old and gray but not fat and cranky; he was recognizably, at any moment in his film career, Paul Newman. He did cool things well, like racing cars, and made doing good seem cool, with the Newman's Own brand of foods that has donated about $250 million to charity. His politics remained responsibly liberal; his public voice retained its wit and equanimity. He deprived the tabloids of the scandal headlines they love: no rap sheet, no rehab stints, no notorious affairs. And no messy divorce; indeed, no divorce at all, once he became a public figure. He married Joanne Woodward (his second wife) in 1958; this past January they celebrated their golden wedding anniversary. He was the movie star who could have been your prized next-door neighbor. To a great extent, the image had to be the man. That's why Newman, who died Friday at 83 after a long battle with cancer, was not just the iconic movie star of his age — he was one of the last public figures to lead an exemplary life.

BEYOND THE METHOD

You can't put Newman into historical context without invoking Brando, who, when Williams'

hit Broadway and then, four years later, became a movie, shocked and enthralled audiences. His Stanley Kowalski, the working-class lout raised to preening, violent alpha male, radiated a sexual threat never before seen in a movie man. (Brando said he hated Stanley, and was annoyed that the character was viewed as an archetype of the sexy outlaw hero — the same opinion that Newman had of his own Hud Bannon.) All the jokes about the Method and the mumbles couldn't obscure the fact that Brando personified a new, freer, rules-smashing style of performance. By 1955, with his Oscar-winning turn in he had been anointed the great and seismically influential actor of his generation. Which he unquestionably was.

Newman, born just nine months after Brando, didn't become a star — playing the boxer Rocky Graziano in — until nearly nine years after Brando began his

stint on stage. But when Newman did hit it big, the two actors' similarities and differences were immediately apparent. Physically, Brando was a Roman statue, thick and commanding, with a touch of early decadence. Newman was a Greek statue, with classic lines and perfect proportions. There was less calculation in his gaze, more precision in his diction. Whereas Brando was always trying to smash his own iconography — by playing a tortured Nazi, a gentle Okinawan, a singing gambler, not to mention Julius Caesar, Napoleon and Emilio Zapata — Newman soon settled comfortably into a more familiar role: movie star.

Though in later life he pissed away his great talent, Brando will be remembered as the great movie revolutionary. But he didn't achieve what Newman did. Newman became a 50-year film eminence by forging a screen personality that was both instantly recognizable and virtually unprecedented: the modern American male who radiated equal parts sexuality and menace, while taking an easy pleasure in his ability to attract and upset the people he met on screen — and the fans in the theater, who kept coming back to see Paul Newman play cunning variations on "Paul Newman."

GETTING THERE

To be a superstar it helps to have a surname that proclaims its own uniqueness. Garbo. Brando. (Those could be miracle detergents.) Schwarzenegger. (Austrian action toy.) Streisand. (A powerful nasal-congestion drug that had to be taken off the market.) The names of crooner-actors had music in them: Crosby, Sinatra. Tough guys had the whipcrack of explosive consonants: Cagney, Bogart. A big star could get by with a first name that obviated last ones: Rock; Burt; Clint; Leonardo; Madonna; Angelina. If you're Sylvester, go by Sly.

"Paul Newman" sounds like the ordinary guy behind the counter at a sporting goods store. That was the role his father, Arthur, who owned a successful dealership in Shaker Heights, Ohio, envisioned for young Paul. (Arthur was Jewish; his wife, Theresa, a Roman Catholic who converted to Christian Science. Paul later said he aligned himself with his father's heritage, "because being Jewish is more demanding.") The boy, though handsome and popular, figured he was a failure. "When I was a kid, I was not a good scholar, and I really wanted to be one," he said in an profile. "I was not a good athlete, and I really wanted to be one; I was not a good conversationalist, and to this day I have difficulty talking." When America entered the war, Paul hoped to be a pilot, but those blue eyes that would earn millions of dollars and swoons were color-blind, and he spent three years in the Pacific as a radioman, third class.From the start, he should have known that he was made for movie stardom. As a kid he was St. George fighting the dragon in a Cleveland Play House children's show. After the war, at Kenyon College, he played leads in 10 undergraduate productions, including and

"I was probably one of the worst college actors in history," he recalled in the early '60s. "I had no idea what I was doing. I learned my lines by rote and simply said them, without spontaneity, without any idea of dealing with the forces around me onstage, without knowing what it meant to act and react." Yet after graduation he took a summer-stock job, playing the Gentleman Caller in Williams' , and joined the Woodstock Players in Woodstock, Ill., where he met and married fellow actor Jacqueline Witte. They would have three children, a son and two daughters.

When Arthur died suddenly, Paul was called back to Shaker Heights to work in the store. In 1951, the family dissolved the business, and Paul was finally free to follow his star. He enrolled in the Yale Drama School, taking Jackie and, at the time, their only child, Scott, with him. "I wasn't driven to acting by any inner compulsion," he told Jack Skow for a 1982 TIME cover story. "I was running away from the sporting goods business."

Still, he had a sharp sense of finding mentors. He enrolled at the Actors Studio, whose teaching staff included Kazan and Martin Ritt, the director of six Newman films, including and . He made his Broadway debut in 1953 in , where he met Woodward. (They married five years later, after he and Jackie divorced.) He was ubiquitous on live TV drama, playing all manner of heroes, from Plato to Nathan Hale, and one memorable villain: Billy the Kid, in Gore Vidal's demythologizing of the hero that would be the source of one of his best early movies,

For all his study and vigorous work, Newman offered something else to Hollywood: a slab of gorgeous beefcake. This is not a knock on the film industry. On screen, much more than on the stage, beauty counts. The first duty of a movie actor is to keep people watching; and if they keep staring at you, they'll see more in you. Newman had It — in fact, he looked as if he had Brando's It — and Warner Bros. cast him as the lead (though he was billed fourth) in a Biblical epic,

about a silversmith chosen to craft Jesus' cup for the Last Supper. So chagrined was Newman by his performance that he took out an ad in the trade papers apologizing for it. He returned to New York, doing lots more TV (he had the George Gibbs role in a musical version of with Sinatra as the Stage Manager) and getting the meaty Broadway role of a killer terrorizing a family in . More than a year would pass before he took the Graziano role in .

Looking today at Newman's early work, we see that he wasn't always convincing when he played characters whose IQs were 30 points below his. As Graziano, or as the star pitcher in the TV version of

(both in 1956), he struck attitudes rather than slipping into these athletes' skins. At 31, he was still callow in film terms. To prove his movie mettle it took another two years, and another broken-down jock: Brick Pollitt, the crippled, impotent husband of Elizabeth Taylor's Maggie the Cat in Williams' . Newman's acute expression of Brick's scotch-stoked bitterness earned him the first of his nine Academy Award nominations. Woodward had already won one, for the year before, and would be a finalist three more times. Together, they are surely the married couple with the most Oscar nominations. (No fair counting Tracy and Hepburn.)

LUCKY AND SMART

"Luck is an art," he said in magazine. "Luck just marches by any number of people, and they're looking in any direction but where luck is. I guess I know how to look in the right direction." Maybe it was luck, or more likely the realization by smart writers and directors that here was a guy who could play the cocksure cocksman at his most seductive, and who had by now assumed total control of his audience. Newman found in the '60s the roles that would define his career: Fast Eddie Felson, the pool shark in ; Chance Wayne, who hustled older women in Williams' ; Lew Harper (Ross Macdonald's Lew Archer), the weary, sassy detective in ; the hardcase wiseass on a chain gang in ; and as Robert Redford's buddy, an outlaw named Butch Cassidy.

Newman's perfect role, though, the ideal blend of all that was insolent and irresistible in his movie persona, was in 1963's

directed by Ritt from a Larry McMurtry novel and a sharp scrīpt by Irving Ravetch and Harriet Frank Jr. The restless layabout son of a cattleman, Hud is the badmouth kid in the back of a schoolroom who still lives out his teenage fantasies, swilling beer and bedding all the ladies. His rule of chivalry: "The only question I ever ask any woman is, 'What time is your husband coming home?'" For Hud, selfishness is just self-preservation: "You don't look out for yourself, the only helping hand you'll ever get is when they lower the box." He struts without preening, because he's earned the lust of every woman in town, the resentment of every man. Hero? Antihero? More like when that word meant something more specific than anyone addressed by anyone under 35.

By the end of the movie, Hud has driven his father (Melvyn Douglas) to an early grave, permanently disillusioned his kid brother (Brandon De Wilde) and alienated the one woman (Patricia Neal) who understood him. ("I'll remember you, honey," he tells her, more in surprise than regret. "You're the one that got away.") In the film's last moments it's time for him to get his comeuppance, to be scoured by the chastising bleach of self-knowledge. But Hud walks into his house, gives the merest wave of dismissal to those who don't get him, pops open a beer, plants his boots on the kitchen table and just goes on being Hud.

Newman never thought much of his film acting, at least until his later work. "You could see the machinery going," he told the New York Dinitia Smith in 1998. "I had a terrible affliction: emotional Republicanism. I never knew how to work on loosening up the machine, so that when you call on something, it's there for you. How to make all those colors available? It's like learning how to play the violin or shoot pool." Yet he persisted through the '70s as a consummate movie star, in (another Redford buddy movie, this one winning an Oscar for Best Picture) and as the grizzled hockey player in

In 1982, with in the role of an alky Boston lawyer given one last case to blow, Newman found his mature stride. "It's a relief to have an unprotected character to play," he said at the time. "This guy's an open wound." And Newman was finally opening up to weakness and failure. As David Thomson wrote in

the movie "shows what Newman is capable of once his aversion to intimacy can be broken down." He had another terrific role the year before, as a businessman defamed by journalist Sally Field in directed by the late Sydney Pollack. And he capped the decade with a reprise of Fast Eddie in a sequel, Martin Scorsese's

— not one of his seminal performances, but sharp and steely, a spotless display of ageless star power. Maybe that's why it won him, at last, an Oscar.

FOOD AND FAMILY

Mr. Paul Newman and Ms. Joanne Woodward had three children, Elinor (Nell), Melissa and Clea. Newman had three kids with Jackie Witte: Scott, Susan and Stephanie. "In the early part of my parenthood," he told the English newspaper the two years ago, "I didn't pay the proper kind of attention. There were terrible, terrible misjudgments." Newman was estranged from his son Scott in 1978 when the boy died from an accidental overdose of Valium. That cued the actor to set up the Scott Newman Foundation, which sponsors antidrug films for children.

A more lucrative charity arose a few years later, when someone suggested that Newman start producing the preserves and popcorn he made for friends. Thus was born the Newman's Own franchise, which peddles 40 different food items: salad dressing, pretzels, lemonade, spaghetti sauce, Fig Newmans — you name it. ("My spaghetti sauce grosses more than my films," he said not long ago.) Newman also started the Hall in the Wall Gang Camp, named after the hideout in

which gives disabled children a chance to have a good time. Newman created the camp after consulting with Yale University's chief of pediatrics, Dr. Howard Pearson, who calls it "the Taj Mahal of camps."

Perhaps his greatest production, surely the one with the longest run, was his half-century marriage to Woodward. "We have had long, really difficult times, but we have enough lust and respect," he told the New York in 1998. "We're lustily respectful, respectfully lustful." It couldn't have been fun for Woodward to give up her blooming career for motherhood, while Paul was out making movies or racing cars. "It wasn't always easy to accept," she told the

"It's not a lot of fun being chased by photographers — in my case being knocked aside." Yet she testified to the staying power of humor in a marriage. "He's very good-looking and very sexy, and all of those things," she said. "But all that goes out the window, finally, and what finally is left is if you can make somebody laugh, then that's what it is."

For half his life, cars were Newman's passion as much as acting, politics, family or philanthropy. He got the bug while preparing for the 1969 movie and was soon spending six months a year competing behind the wheel. "You don't do it to prove you can do it," he said of open-wheel driving. "You do it to win." He won a national amateur championship in 1976 and turned pro the following year, finishing fifth (as part of a three-driver team) in a Daytona endurance race. Later he was the first 70-year-old to win the GTS-1 ordeal at Daytona. He was nearly 76 when, in a practice run there, he smashed his Porsche into a tire barrier and damaged several ribs; weeks later he was back on the track. Woodward was supportive but wary of his punishing avocation; she once gave him a Rolex with the inscrīption, "Drive slowly."

Eight years ago, speaking to the Los Angeles Paul Lieberman, Newman was pondering death, fretting about "the grace of the disappearance. You always wonder about how much guts you've actually got. Until you've faced it, you never really know." A few months before his death, he showed up, gaunt but game, at the Indianapolis Speedway, taking a metaphorical last lap at his favorite pastime. In June, he released a statement announcing that he was "doing nicely." It sounds to us as if, at his disappearance, old Blue Eyes was able to muster armfuls of grace. Not the catlike, lip-curled machismo of his prime film years but the wise, genially grudging acceptance of mortality seen in so many of his later characters.

Here, you think, was a stern, sexy, gentle man. That special luster is Newman's own. And you can't bottle it.

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He will be remembered well by not just the entertainment / film industry but also the USA and world motorsport industry too. With Indy Car Championships Won since 2nd year of the team Newman co-owned with Haas: EIGHT times ['84 Mario Andretti (USA), '91 Michael Andretti (USA) (Father ans Son winning for the team in two decades), '93 Nigel Mansell (GBR), '02 Cristiano da Matta (BRA), '04-'07 Sebastien Bourdais - FOUR AMAZING CONSECUTIVE WINS (FRA)] And he himself racing upto 70 years old - was an amazing achievement - he himself is a legend in the motorsport industry, not just a silent STAR boss in the team! We shall miss such a great character / actor and motorsport fanatic / boss. May he rest in peace and his family well.
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R.I.P.
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I'm pretty sure that Paul Newman is now not at 'REST' but happy and celebrating with friends in the spiritual realm, for his life time of achievements, work and lived a purposeful life while he lived on this physical plane. Obviously I'm talking as all true spiritual believer should, we live from life to life, our energy/spirit do live forever. Way to go Paul, you have my utmost admiration, and your positive contribution will never be forgotten.
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awesome eulogy. Paul Newman was a real man's man. he's been an idol of mine along with Steve McQueen for decades. i respect his charity work, love his acting and idolize his movie characters and personas like in COOL HAND LUKE. R.I.P. Paul Newman - a truly generous, compassionate, talented, determined and beautiful human being.
15 年多 ago
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Read a bunch of articles about Paul Newman and yours was the best written and most informative! You ROCK!
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