Paul Newman. The ladies man. Or something.
Nobody’s Fool is pretty much just a showcase for ol’ Paul, and, more loosely, a character study of his Donald “Sully” Sullivan (this all being based on Richard Russo’s novel). As such it is generally not a slam-bang action packed thriller of a movie, which it shouldn’t be. It’s quiet and somewhat uneventful, and just slightly humorous, not hysterical. It is definitely a bit “deeper” than I expected, with an interesting set of relationships set up between the characters, from his rather dim-witted best friend to his erstwhile boss’ wife who is getting more and more resistant to staying with her cheating husband– to the clearly not at all perfect Sully’s own son, who is angry with Sully for the past, yet can’t manage to completely hate him when spending time around him.
It makes for a pretty darn satisfying movie, albeit one that seemed to sort of have numerous “fake endings”–though less in that evil fade to solid colour fashion that Return of the King suffered, and more in one of those “And it will ennnnnnd…here!…oh…” sorts of ways.
Still, solid all around and a good watch.
The DVD is pretty much crap, with not even a trailer to be found. Widescreen, thankfully, but beyond that..nada.
Of a very trivial, somewhat esoteric and rather amusing bonus, I can say this:
Alice Drummond appears, not telling us that it definitely had arms because it reached out for her, but rather that she seems to have inherited her Uncle Jerome’s sanity deficiency. She doesn’t think she’s Saint Jerome, mind you, but she is wandering the streets in Bath, NY in bedclothes heading for her sister’s in Albany.
Jay Patterson is not worrying that his son is putting “those” on whenever he doesn’t want to listen, or telling April she’s fired, nor saying “Danny?!” a lot, but rather is peddling pill samples to people to use on dogs.
Creepy how quick I recognized these two, in light of those being the only other roles I know them for, and the rather small size of both roles. But I guess when you watch movies eight hundred thousand million billion times, everything starts to stick…