I've been feeling like shit the past few days. Hunkered down at my apartment Friday and my parents' place Saturday. Last night, I waited until everyone went to bed (my cousin and his wife were visiting from Pennsylvania) and then spent $1.99 of my folks' hard-earned money on Cool Hand Luke (thanks ma and pa).

I laughed. I sniffled. I cheered the rugged individualism, the rebellion, the killer grin Luke flashed — even with a slug through his neck. Love that movie. On Saturday, in honor of the actor's passing, I posted a list of my 10 favorite Newman flicks here at the Daily Loaf, along with clips of each selection.

"That old Luke smile"