Paul Newman and Jackie Gleason shoot some pool in "The Hustler"

It’s all about the first twenty or so minutes of The Hustler that’s wort watching. The back-and-forth exchange between Paul Newman and Jackie Gleason gives me chills every time. (Which is nice considering it’s still 90 degrees at half past nine at night.)

The rest of the movie I could really care less about. I prefer the follow-up The Color of Money directed by Martin Scorsese in 1986. That’s a great movie. Honestly though, it’s so damn hot, I don’t really feel like typing much more than this. So in the words of Fast Eddie, “Maybe I’m not such a high-class piece of property right now. And a 25% slice of something big is better than a 100% slice of nothing.”