Run time: 110 mins

Early in 1970 at a small cinema off Oxford Circus (the Regent St Cinema?) just as the final

frame caught them, there was a dead silence. Then the rapture began, and didn’t stop.

By the time the screen had turned to sepia the audience was on its feet, whistling, clapping, loudly through tears.

It was the first time I had experienced such an outpouring at the end of a film, and the last, until the Rex reopened. Being part of that audience has stayed with me as a huge and magical moment.

The film was, and remains, faultless and holds up as fresh today as it did forty eight years ago. It is witty, sharp, a great story and the camera doesn’t miss a trick.

“I got vision while the rest of the world wears bi-foculs…” What ever happened to director, George Roy Hill?

Supposedly based on the true story of two bandits who made outlaw history in the wild, west Wyoming of the late 19th Century. It emerges as a once-only comedy of errors played beautifully to the last shot by the serendipitous, genius, pairing of Redford and Newman. Don’t miss, no matter how many times…

“Somebody say – one two three go…”