After announcing that “The Old Man & the Gun” would be his final acting role, Robert Redford has backtracked, and watching the film makes one grateful for the change of heart. As Forrest Tucker, an elderly bank robber with a twinkle in his eye and larceny in his soul, Redford plays to all his still-formidable strengths: subtlety, effortless charisma and looks that, though craggier and more weathered, are still irresistible.
In fact, Redford’s inherent charms do so much of the work in “The Old Man & the Gun” that they obscure what a questionable character Tucker really is. Opening at a time when entitlement and privilege have never been more floridly expressed, here they are presented as benign, harmless and worth celebrating. Finally, an example of white male impunity we can root for!
Not that writer-director David Lowery is unaware of his protagonist’s problematic side: He makes sure to give the audience room for at least a few moments of ambivalence. But for the most part, this gentle, low-key ride-along — based on a New Yorker story about a real-life career criminal — is presented as an ode to freedom, mischief and staying young.
As “The Old Man & the Gun” opens, Forrest is doing what he does best: presenting himself as a sweet old guy shuffling up to a young, female bank teller and quietly telling her to give him a satchel full of money, pointing to his inside jacket pocket as a wordless threat. It’s all very quiet and civilized, and when Forrest leads the police on a car chase, there are no squealing tires or pyrotechnics. In fact, he comes up with an ingenious feint that has the benefit of introducing him to Jewel (Sissy Spacek), a kindhearted ranch-woman with whom he embarks on a shy, teasingly endearing flirtation.