Classic review: Paul Newman: A Life

[This review from the Monitor's archives originally ran on May 16, 2009]. I approached Paul Newman: A Life with trepidation. Prior to now, my enduring impression of the actor had been from a front-row view of a 2002 performance of “Our Town” at the Westport Country Playhouse. On stage, the Connecticut Yankee seemed every bit the graceful role model I’d always imagined.

But this new biography had already made headlines for its revelations about an extramarital affair and Newman’s constant drinking. I braced myself for a muckraking, myth-busting, heartbreaking read – the most ruinous critique of Newman since the reviews of his 1954 megaflop, “The Silver Chalice.”

Fortunately, “Paul Newman: A Life” by Shawn Levy is none of those things. (Well, it does excoriate “The Silver Chalice,” something Newman himself delighted in doing.) Levy, a film critic for The Oregonian, has penned an eloquent and perceptive eulogy that chronicles Newman’s journey from movie stardom to American icon.

It wasn’t preordained. Newman may have been born with a face that inspired the comic book “The Green Lantern,” but acting didn’t come easily. At least, not the kind of naturalistic performance espoused by the newfangled school of method acting at The Actors Studio in New York. The young actor, who’d taken to theater in college, set about studying the process of looking inward to draw emotions from past memories. But when it came to applying such techniques, he was no Marlon Brando. Or Joanne Woodward, for that matter.

Leveraging his insights as a film critic, Levy observes, “He could be caught out working his machinery deliberately in a number of films – stiffness and calculation somewhat limited even the best performances of his first decade or so in the movies.”

But it didn’t matter. Newman more than compensated with an innate presence and facial features that made one wonder whether his family lineage could be traced back to Mt. Olympus.

Levy shares numerous anecdotes about how women treated the star’s blue eyes as if they were a Smithsonian exhibit, constantly asking him to remove his sunglasses. No wonder Newman yearned to be a character actor. As such, he shied away from playing a romantic lead and gravitated toward characters with an antiauthoritarian streak, choices that allowed him to transition from the traditional fare of Hollywood’s golden age into edgier productions that appealed to the hippie generation..

“He fit in precisely with neither the Greatest Generation nor the Baby Boomers but represented instead a vital link in the American century – a band of men who were meant to inherit a system that was no longer reliably in place by the time their fathers willed it to them,” writes Levy. “Torn by the conflicting impulses to rule and rebel, his was arguably the pivotal generation of the twentieth century, and Newman, almost unconsciously, was its actor laureate.”

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