Paul Newman is the least starlike superstar I’ve ever worked with. He’s an educated man and a trained actor and he never wants more close-ups. What he wants is the best possible script and character he can have. And he loves to be surrounded by the finest actors available, because he believes the better they are, the better the picture’s apt to be, the better he’ll come out. Many stars, maybe even most, don’t want that competition.
We walked the back lanes of Westport and it all went well. But what I remember most about it was that Newman carried a handful of pebbles and I noticed that whenever a car drove by, he was always in the act of tossing a pebble into the woods, so that his back was to the street. It’s hard not to notice Paul Newman and he was doing all he could to talk and not be stared at.
William Goldman, Adventures in the Screen Trade (via kim-kelly)
It was okay. Its problem is that it’s a suspense thriller and the previews have already revealed most of the plot by the time you’re sitting in the theater.
The few questions that aren’t answered in the preview aren’t really answered by the end of the film, either.
The screening was a random invite thing.
This is why I hate new movies (via acordova)