I didn’t like the book, didn’t like it when Redford did it, wouldn’t like it for Leo, either. Especially, Leo....a more little wimped out wuss could never be. I don’t care if he’s got a trainer and pumped up his little girly muscles, I’d still bust the twit in the chops, old man that I am.
The 1926 film version is supposed to be the best, but there are no known copies of it in existence.