A listless former soldier gets himself arrested on a triviality, then shipped off to serve two years of hard labor on a sweaty deep south chain gang. There, he establishes a strong reputation with the inmates and tests his limits with the guards before tiring of the tough conditions and attempting escape. Evidently, prison wasn’t the panacea Luke sought and his particular brand of stir crazy still thrives behind bars. Shame, then, that this isn’t a hotel and he can’t check out on a whim. Upon re-capture, his relationship, with both guards and prisoners, changes overnight and he grows increasingly unraveled.

Paul Newman is superb as the confused, complex character at the center of all this noise. At the best of times, we’re drawn in by the raw strength of his personality, his anti-authority vigor and his chummy, jovial wit. At worst, we see why he’s never been able to maintain a serious long-term relationship with anyone, including his immediate family. He has a nasty tendency to self-sabotage when trapped or complacent, and to suddenly turn on those he once held dear when things aren’t going his way. His closest pal in the clink, the long-tenured camp leader Dragline (portrayed by a fresh-faced George Kennedy), experiences both sides of this duality. Luke will go through hell for you in the morning, then spit on your corpse in the evening. Their friendship confounds Dragline, start to finish, and leaves him a changed man at the end of the picture. Much like the viewer.