Monday, 17 December 2018

The Old Man & the Gun is an absolute delight


 In his inestimable book Adventures in the Screen Trade, the recently deceased screenwriter William Goldman recalls a studio executive dismissing Robert Redford as just another Hollywood blond. ‘Throw a stick at Malibu,’ he opined, ‘and you’ll hit six of him’.

The executive is, fortuitously, left nameless and the passage of time has proved him spectacularly wrong. But to some extent he may have had a point. In his early TV career Redford was competing against the last knockings of teen heartthrobs such as Tab Hunter, Troy Donahue, and others.

Despite great early film performances in Inside Daisy Clover (1965), The Chase (1966), This Property is Condemned (1966) and Barefoot in the Park (1967), opposite Jane Fonda who was tarred with the distaff side of the same brush, it was easy to dismiss him as just another attractive face in the crowd.

It wasn’t until Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) that Redford achieved what we would now class as superstardom. Once he was in charge of his career and his choices he put together a resume that ranks with the best of his generation. Like his Butch Cassidy co-star and great friend Paul Newman, Redford had to grow out of his looks and into his talent to be taken seriously but it has been worth it.

He is one of those actors who has had the misfortune to appear in the occasional bad movie but also the good fortune to never himself be bad in any movie he was in. Indecent Proposal (1993) is an ideal example; it’s a terrible movie but Redford is the one decent thing in it. Along the way he has also put together an interesting career as a director and producer, not to mention setting up the Sundance Institute which became the foundation of the American indie movement in the Eighties.

All of which brings us to The Old Man & the Gun which Redford suggests may be his last film as an actor. If it is, and I earnestly hope that it isn’t, he is leaving us with one of his finest screen performances.

David Lowery’s film is based on the true story of Forrest Tucker – the bank robber not the character actor. Forrest broke out of San Quentin at the age of 70 and embarked on one of the most improbable crime sprees in American criminal history. Using not much more than charm and a smile – the titular gun is never fired – Forrest and his ‘gang’ (Danny Glover and Tom Waits) cut a larcenous swathe across the American Midwest.

Forrest is a perfect Redford character. Not an outright maverick but someone who is blessed with a gift for seeing the world not as it is but as how he would like it to be. If Redford has an acting style it’s one of studied curiosity; there’s a slightly pragmatic edge to his dreams. In that sense he is perfectly cast here. This film, which he also produced, is Redford’s contemplation of his career, just as Clint Eastwood reflected on his in Unforgiven (1992) and Gran Torino (2008).

Lowery’s ‘mostly true story’ – a nod perhaps to Butch Cassidy’s ‘Most of what follows is true’ – unwinds at a leisurely pace. The story is embellished slightly by the addition of a significant love interest in the shape of Sissy Spacek’s elderly widow, Jewel.

The scenes between Redford and Spacek are utterly charming. There are none of the facial tics or emotional indication of many contemporary stars. Here you have two of the best in the business giving it their all in an atmosphere of mutual respect. It doesn’t seem like acting at all, it feels rather as though we have been allowed to eavesdrop on a conversation. Their naturalistic underplaying makes both characters utterly convincing and Jewel humanises Forrest for the audience to make the ending all the more poignant.

The Old Man & the Gun may look odd to contemporary audiences but Lowery has gone out of his way to create an aesthetic that resembles the period in which it is set. The grain of the film, for example, is forced to look like a Seventies movie, the camera movement is restricted, and even the title is in the same archaic font as that of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

If this is indeed Redford’s swan song then it is a glorious send off. But it also marks the emergence of David Lowery as a major directing talent which redresses the balance somewhat.

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