
Back in the day, at the start of his career, he was a bit of a looker.

The film? A rather complex Western, actually, involving a double-cross by a US Government Agent in charge of an Indian reservation, the owner of a herd of cattle, the owners of a number of smallholdings, and a corrupt conman out to make money.

Enjoyable thought it was, I now feel a bit crappy that I've always considered Mitchum to be a grizzled old man, only really knowing him through the films of his late career.

But no: he was some kind of a man.
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There's a very good song about Robert Mitchum in the revue 'Naked Boys Singing': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivVjJhf6goQ
Which is very sweet, and all, but aren't the Naked Boys Singing contractually obliged to be, er, naked while they're singing? Very poor show indeed!
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