Although they were placed in the background, no director with a sense of survival would occur to him, Mr. Robert Redford ate the screen. The camera loved him. Also infinite women from any place and condition that possessed sense of taste. And the men liked very well. We would like to be like him. In vain, of course. The general public did not go to theaters depending on the beings that directed the films. They were going to watch a Robert Redford movie. Or Paul Newman. That is, absolute stardom is something palpable, real, immune to the formulas, although these are handled by geniuses of the marketing, Advertising, promotion.
And of course there were calculating brains that were no doubt that if they managed to bring Redford and Newman together, and they were offered tasty scripts and memorable characters, the spectators were going to drool with pleasure. The magnetic field that both possessed, and that the story they shared had charm, guaranteed an imperishable pleasure for a mass audience and the conviction that cinema can be fascinating. They were placed in the Wétern and in the cinema of scammers. The double program that composes Two men and a destination y The blow It can sweeten eternally, fun, intrigue, make, hypnotize, the feeling of spending an unforgettable time to spectators of all kinds. Even to intellectuals and the modern ones.
Redford was always Redford. That is, charm in its purest form. It could also be versatile, express a gallery of feelings, be romantic and bright, and give life to characters with shadows or in hard circumstances. But never hateful. There is something very clean in him, it never seems affected and is as credible as magnetic interpreting lyrical feelings and love stories. We always wish you the best, although some of the films he played do not possess happy endings.
The man who most and best directed was the extraordinary Sydney Pollack, sir undervalued, creator of losers with soul, narrator of love stories as attractive as exciting. My favorite redford is that of The adventures of Jeremiah Johnsonhard and precious portrait of a misfit that hopes to find peace in the solitude of a wild nature. But you will find a wonderful company with an Indian woman and an orphan child. And you will lose them. And only the fiercest survival and ritual revenge will remain. Although I do not forget the dignity and isolation of The electric rider; The stunned, cornered and tenacious character that discovers the murderous maquiavelism of his bosses in The three days of the condor; That love that ends up shipwrecked, but will always remain in the memory of As we were. And of course, the adventurer who will always love that moving lady who repeated himself inconsolably: “I had a farm in Africa.” It happened in the beautiful Memories of Africa. All of them with the Pollack firm.
My first memory of Redford is that of an innocent cornered by an army of drunken lynchers, confirming that he had nothing, including his wife, in love with his best friend, and with the majestic and suffering brando trying to protect him and that the law is fulfilled in Human Haea. And always kept charm for my eyes and my ears. He would have preferred that his beautiful face had not operated so much when old age and decrepitude arrived. And some of his last interpretations, determined to stay flirting, were left over. They do not overshadow a masterful career, with characters in search of that such slippery and complicated thing called truth. Including his tenacious journalist Bob Woodward in All the president’s men.
Redford also represented for a long time an admirable image of the United States, that country that now embodies in permanent, sperm and terrifying doses a guy called Donald Trump. Not only fell in love on the screen. He also looked like a sensible man, fostering through the Sundance Festival that a certain cinema, shot with few media, had a way out. Giving the face and money for reasonable causes in which he believed. It looked like an honest man. And what was he guilty of being so handsome and that almost all and we were all fascinated with his art and his personality to interpret. It was the last and great living star. And if it is really, that cannot be invented by computers or artificial intelligence. Redford was intelligence, art, heart and beauty.