Paul Newman and Robert Redford ride again with Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, a film where outlaws rob trains, the soundtrack does acid, and everyone somehow looks like they’ve been airbrushed by God. Between the sepia intro and the bicycle ballet, we’re wondering how a movie about running from the law manages to feel like a cologne commercial.

Elise remembers it from when she was seven, Anthony gets lost somewhere between “Hole in the Wall” jokes and actual geography, and Nick treats the entire script like an HR violation waiting to happen. It’s part Western, part buddy comedy, part fever dream about free cold air conditioning and dynamite etiquette.

We debate whether crime really does pay, why Paul Newman was legally required to be hot, and how much dynamite is “too much” when you’re opening a safe. Also: there’s a guy named Woodcock, and that goes about how you’d expect.

If you came here for film criticism, bless your heart. If you came to ruin Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head forever, well, saddle up.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064115/