
Conglomerate Control, Movie Brats, and Creativity   209
In 1973, Universal backed a movie produced by Tony Bill; Michael 
Phillips, a former actor; and his wife, Julia Phillips, who had been an editor at 
Ladies’ Home Journal. They teamed to package a film entitled The Sting, with 
a cast that mirrored the 1969 hit Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Starring 
Paul Newman and Robert Redford and directed by George Roy Hill, it was 
similar to Butch Cassidy in that it was about a couple of likable con men and 
their capers. There is little doubt that bringing Newman, Redford, and Hill 
together produced a combination that establishment Hollywood, still floun-
dering to recover its equilibrium in the changing culture, liked. Bankrolled 
by Universal, the movie enlisted one of the great veterans of Hollywood 
cinematography, Robert Surtees, as its director of photography and hired 
the legendary Henry Bumstead as its art director. Among its successful ele-
ments, the movie, set in Chicago during the 1930s, reintroduced to the broad 
American public the ragtime music of Scott Joplin, with the adapted score 
from his music earning one of the movie’s seven Academy Awards, including 
Best Picture for 1973.
In The Sting, an elderly con man named Luther Coleman (Robert Earl 
Jones) and his younger buddy Johnny Hooker (Redford) pull off a successful 
con, giving the pair enough money to convince Coleman it’s enough to retire 
on, while stimulating the insatiable Hooker to hurry on to his next con job, 
which will be even bigger. But before either Coleman or Hooker can move 
on, reality intervenes. It turns out that their mark for the last con was a num-
bers runner for an underworld organization run by gangster Doyle Lonnegan 
(played, perhaps a bit improbably, by the distinguished British actor Robert 
Shaw), who orders Coleman’s murder.
Hooker, wanting to find Coleman’s killer, seeks out an older friend of 
Coleman’s, Henry Gondorff (Newman), whom he discovers in a dissipated 
state hiding out in a bordello run by a tough madam named Billie (Eileen 
Brennan). So their partnership begins, and a complicated array of ins and outs 
follows, as they set up a “store” for off-track betting and Hooker repeatedly 
eludes the killers who have killed off Coleman and are now after him. Before 
they can find him, however, Hooker gets to Lonnegan and convinces him to 
place a huge bet of half a million dollars with Gondorff at their store. But even 
though they are pals, Gondorff worries that his friend Hooker won’t keep his 
wits about him and won’t be able to pull off the “sting” successfully.
The movie fared much better with the Hollywood establishment and 
with audiences than it did with the critics. The trade journal Hollywood Reporter 
concluded its mixed review of The Sting by saying that the movie looked a 
lot better than it felt. In spite of the stylized cinematographic affectations—
dissolves, fades, wipes, the use of glass shots, and even titles—that were so im-
pressive, something essential seemed missing in it. The script, which won a Best