When I was in junior high school, Paul Newman was THE MAN.
Kids in the Elysian Fields subdivision fell into two groups, those whose parents had let them go to see "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" and those whose parents thought the material too racy for kids. I am pretty sure they could run that movie on Nickelodeon today.
Anyway, I had to rely on Larry, a kid who lived across the street in an olive-colored ranch house for the full story of Butch and Sundance. Larry's parents were generally very strict - they made him rake the brown and yellow shag carpet in the ENTIRE HOUSE every Saturday morning before letting him go play baseball (I think the carpet had to be raked in conjunction with vaccuming but I don't really remember how that worked)) - but in this one curious instance they let Larry, fortunately for all the other kids in the neighborhood, go see the movie.
Larry was nothing less than the Homer of Elysian Fields, remembering all the best lines and scenes of the movie and re-telling them full of dramatic pauses and sweeping gestures. We were, of course, mesmerized by the story and scandalized by his recounting of the opening scene with Katherine Ross. We laughed every time he repeated the line from Butch to the Sundance Kid about not worrying about not being able to swim because "the fall will probably kill you." "The fall will probably kill you" became the punchline for all the best jokes. Everyone bought the "Raindrops Keep Falling on Your Head" single.
Then somehow there was a second release of the movie, and my parents finally gave in to our begging, and my brother and I got to go see the movie. The movie exceeded all expectations. It was the best movie I had ever seen without a doubt. My brother and I spent all weekend afterwards imagining being a part of the Hole-In-The-Wall gang and wondering if you could still sign-up for such a group. Who doesn't dream of going out in a blaze of glory with guns blazing while robbing some bank in South America when they are in 7th grade?
And then we moved away from Larry and Elysian Fields and on to Redwing Woods and a new ranch house, one with a garage instead of a carport, and I have no idea of what happened to Larry or any of the other kids. But we got to see "The Sting" when it came out. Instantly the debate became whether "The Sting" or "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" was the greatest movie of all time. I always argued for Butch.
jb (who really likes the peanut-butter cups)