Watch this if you like films where a beloved, sainted, actor in a later days, has gotten to that pinnacle by taking his share of poorly-produced, box-office miss-steps, accepting the part of a genuine heel--a character seeing very little benefit in having any integrity-- maybe Redford saw himself accepting those roles? Johnny Cash sings some vocals written for this film that probably did him about the same amount of good that the film did for Redford. Michael Pollard's part, however, as someone learning not to accept the role of the "blame-catcher" is entirely believable. Parts of movie are amusing, but probably not to women that envision Redford as a likable person.
Review of Little Fauss and Big Halsy
