

Luke enters this prison as a man just "passin' the time." He may bend to authority when necessary, but he can't be broken. There lies the conflict--in order to keep these men in order, Captain and the Boss have to break them, have to keep them in line. Break one rule, and you spend a night in the box. Luke does what he's told for the time being, all the while planning his escape. Upon his capture, he is forced to dig a ditch over and over again until the authorities perceive that he is sufficiently broken.

There are so many memorable scenes--a visit from Luke's ailing mother, the slutty country girl washing her car in front of the chain gang, Luke's mournful singing of Plastic Jesus when his mother dies, the bloody fight between Luke and Dragline (George Kennedy) that was so painful to watch that near the end you felt every blow, Luke's battle with God who he isn't even sure exists--but none of these makes this a classic.
Why is Cool Hand Luke a true American classic? I think it's because we love our anti-heroes. We love to question authority. And we love to love those who don't want to be loved, those who are just passin' the time and will bend but will not break.
Addition: The green words are links to audio clips, just in case you missed that extra treat.
Comments
I've got the poster for it up in my kitchen (and not just because of the eggs).
I love Long Hot Summer. Good God, he was lovely.
Rich, those dogs were a nice touch of local prison color. Good sound, too--hounds.
I do like him as an old man, though, too. He's doing good in the world with that Newman's Own line.
I think that more than Newman, I love Joanne Woodward. Her in Long Hot Summer and The Three Faces of Eve are remarkable. Oh, and then there's Sybil.
I'm not gay yet (48 years and still trying, fruitlessly [ouch]), but there's no denying the fact.
… and what's wrong with old men, young Robyn?
And even though I make my own dressings, I still have a bottle of Newman's Own in the cupboard because everyone should.