Paul Newman
I recently went on a trip with my fabulous mother, the point of which was attending a festival in honor of her favorite playwright. Part of this was the showing of a movie based on one of his plays starring the great Paul Newman. The screen, of course, was huge and I watched Paul's extremely blue eyes flit with emotion, dramatic and vulnerable at times, all while remaining rugged and statuesque, with a jaw line that could cut a pizza and eyes that will maybe any woman a puddle on the floor...and have I mentioned that smile? I digress. My thoughts drifted to other roles I had seen Mr. Newman in, and it posed this question: Why don't they make men like Paul Newman anymore? I know he's an actor that plays parts, but like any good artist, there's a little of himself in all his characters, whether good or bad. He delivered his lines almost like a poet, and with such ease. He was not only handsome, but talented with an ere of sophistication and charm coupled with a bright...