This photo of the 87-year-old Robert Redford (born on 8.18.36) is fake.

His hair isn’t snow white, the sagging wrinkles are exaggerated, etc.

In fact Redford has always tried to look a bit younger. Copper hair tint, perhaps a Prague-style touch-up or two. HE approves of this. I want him to hang on to that older, seen-better-days-but-still-good-looking thing, dammit.

Big-name marquee guys are expected to look 10 or 15 years younger than what the calendar says they are. It’s their responsibility. Redford was one of Hollywood’s best-looking movie stars throughout the ‘60s, ‘70s, 80s and even the ‘90s, and now…well, you can’t stop what’s coming. I get this.

I’ve never tried to look absurdly younger than my years. What I’m trying to do now is look like I’m 47 or 51 or something close to that.

Hang on to a bit of that Brubaker thing, Bob! All the way with Bill McKay! By getting shot to ribbons in his 30s, Butch Cassidy was at least spared the ravages of time.

Speaking as a mellow, Lee Marvin-ish, X-factor, sensible centrist whitey, I’m sensing a contradictory undercurrent — celebrative but discreetly judgmental — in the “White Dudes for Harris” movement. The hint or implication is that many older, white-assed guys harbor sexist and racist attitudes. Which many of them, especially your rural bunblefucks, certainly do.

Imagine a more bluntly-worded alternative.

Arguably among the greatest actors of our time….has been since Next Stop, Greenwich Village.,..”I think about dialogue very much in terms of rhythm and music…looking for a rhythm, something harmonious.”