I love how golden and warm this feels. The filmic equivalent of wood crackling in a fire. Lowery submits to Redford’s charm and legacy, creating a swan-song for him that is apt if slightly pandering. It’s refreshing to see a movie which is content with being merely nice. There’s a version of this film that could turn into a golden years bandit Unforgiven, but Lowery never betrays his own wholesome sensibility, delivering a shaggy-dog downfall story which refuses to become a bummer. The scenes between Redford and Spacek are lovely and further proof we need more movies focused on ageing faces and wisened cadences. The 16mm photography is essential too, giving the imagery the texture of sandpaper, a texture Redford himself also embodies. The whole film fizzles with rapscallion charisma. A “Dad Film” for when your Dad becomes a Grandad. The fact this clocks in at around 85 minutes before credits is the icing on the cake. You aren’t likely to come back to The Old Man & The Gun with regularity, but you’ll certainly cherish whatever time you spend with it.