Finding Forrester was on HBO yesterday after lunch and despite having to check the server every 15 minutes or so, I managed to see most of the movie. I’ve seen it before and loved every minute of it. And because I already knew how the story would end, I watched more leisurely, focusing on the actors rather than the scenes. And I reached a conclusion — Sean Connery is one actor who ages gracefully.
My mother said he was the best James Bond ever; I disagreed because I was partial to Pierce Brosnan. But while I couldn’t appreciate Sean Connery as James Bond (maybe it was his arched eyebrows that looked too prominent before they turned gray or the outmoded shiny suits that looked so 60s), in later films, especially in Entrapment, The Untouchables, The Rock, First Knight, Just Cause and, of course, Finding Forrester, I finally understood why many call him “a man’s man.” It doesn’t matter whether he wore a smart military uniform or a threadbare sweater or a medieval costume. He simply stood out. It’s not the face, really, but the commanding presence. And the voice. Ah, that voice. And instead of making him look old and faded, the white hair and beard make him look even more distinguished. Instead of making him look withered, the lines on his face are like wisdom culled over the years. At 78 years old, he is still gorgeous.
But I’m just talking about looks. Beyond his looks, there are things about the man that make me frown. Like his comments about slapping a woman.