
1969 · George Roy Hill
How Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Critics were surprisingly sniffy in 1969 — several big reviewers dismissed it as glib and anachronistic — but audiences made it the year's biggest hit, and its four Oscars plus decades of rewatchability settled the argument: it's now the template for the buddy movie, full stop.
The perennial fight is whether its breezy charm (yes, the 'Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head' bicycle interlude) is a delight or a cop-out — especially when fans stack it against The Wild Bunch, the other, far bloodier outlaw western from the very same year.
'Who are those guys?' and the knife-fight 'Rules? In a knife fight?' are permanent quote-canon, the cliff-jump scene gets referenced everywhere, and the freeze-frame ending is one of the most imitated closing shots in movies — plus Redford liked his character so much he named Sundance (the festival and institute) after him.
A 'you must have seen this' crowd-pleaser — the rare film that's both a dad-movie staple and a cinephile-approved classic, and the origin point people cite for every two-hander buddy picture since.