
The box-office duo of Robert Redford and Paul Newman first struck movie gold with this 1969 Western and they do make it fun to watch. Besides being two of the most beautiful men ever born, they are both extremely talented actors and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are two of their most iconic roles.
This movie, along with Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch, helped launch a new but short-lived era in the horse opera. Whereas that movie broke new ground in onscreen violence Butch Cassidy had a very modern, subversive attitude that connected with America's youth. We aren't given much background into their past or shown what events or people helped shape them into the men they became. In that sense, like Bonnie and Clyde, the bad guys are the heroes.
Today the movie holds up as a decent comedy-western with a memorable ending. But in all honesty it hasn't aged that well. The first 35 minutes are slow and rather uninteresting. It is not until the two outlaws begin to be tracked down that the story gets rolling. This builds to the famous jump into the river. Then the movie has to start all over and rebuild its momentum after the scene shifts to Bolivia.
The final thirty minutes still has punch but it is a long time coming.
Don't get me wrong, this is still a good movie. The "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" scene with Newman showing off on a bicycle for Katharine Ross while Redford sleeps, still has charm. But instead of a timeless classic it now plays more like a Sunday afternoon movie. I guess it is at that awkward in-between stage that movies go through. You know, still too new to be canonized as an immortal classic but old enough to appear really dated. Keep checking back, who knows in another 10 years I may have a completely different take on it.



















