Lately, his absence from public view has fueled doomsday reports. Although the book is largely a work of nostalgia—a valentine to those, including Bette Davis, Johnny Carson, Clint Eastwood, and Sally Field, who shaped his life and career—Reynolds agreed to talk about anything and everything for this article. I’m not even worried about it.”His eyes fix on someone outside; it’s a surveyor measuring the pool’s bar area for a group interested in buying Valhalla.“I don’t want to sell,” Reynolds says, softly.
This becomes clear the instant a burly blond man ambles into view. Reynolds’s guesthouse,” Todd says, in his genial way. Reynolds is up in the main house.”That’s up the road a piece. But I haven’t been somebody who’s been smart about his money.
Reynolds’s singular brand of charisma—the ol’ boy rascality, the winking swagger—fueled and defined all three movies, which together demanded a star possessed of dramatic skills, comic timing, beefcake appeal, bad-boy edge, and raw athleticism.“Anybody who denigrates that as not being art is an idiot,” says Jon Voight, who’s been Reynolds’s friend since they co-starred in they’re being blind, elitist, and dumb.” He adds, “I don’t think I know another movie star who has such a sense of humor about his own foibles. That was his great gift, and it was remarkable.”Although he studied the Method at the Actors Studio for a while, Reynolds remained a natural delight—one of the few actors who thrived without the aid of scripts or prompters, and who routinely slayed Johnny Carson.