Paul Newman was the perfect movie star. There may have been better actors (Brando, maybe? Bogart, possibly? Hepburn, probably?) but there wasn't anyone who just owned the screen, brought in the crowds and was as sexy as hell as Paul.
He starred in three or four of my favorite films (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Hud, The Hustler, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid), starred in a bushel of other films that I admired (Cars, Road to Perdition, The Towering Inferno, Cool Hand Luke), and made a line of delicious salad dressings, all profits of which went to charity (close to 250 million since it's inception).
He was the reigning king of Hollywood, among the most elite in the classic aristocracy, the definition of class, cool, and sex appeal, and he will be missed.Paul Newman died of complications with lung cancer in Connecticut on Friday.
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