
29/09/2025
The first time Joanne Woodward saw Paul Newman, she thought he looked almost too perfect. It was the summer of 1953, and both were young actors trying to break into the New York theater scene. They were cast as understudies in William Inge’s Broadway play *Picnic*, which would go on to become a major success. Newman, freshly graduated from the Yale School of Drama, showed up looking like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine—impeccably dressed, with striking blue eyes and undeniable charm. Woodward, already a confident and accomplished actress, found his polished appearance somewhat unnatural.
Woodward later recalled watching Newman in rehearsal and feeling unimpressed, thinking he looked like “an advertisement for ice cream soda.” She was drawn to actors who had a raw, unpredictable energy, and Newman initially seemed too neat, too composed for her taste. But beneath that flawless exterior was a sharp intellect, a genuine sincerity, and a quiet intensity that would soon alter her opinion.
Newman’s experience of their first meeting was very different. From the moment he saw Woodward, he was captivated. She had a powerful presence—sharp wit, quick humor, and a confidence that filled the room. Unlike many actresses who played coy, Woodward carried herself with self-assurance, a quality that both intrigued and intimidated him.
While Woodward thought Newman was too refined, he found her utterly irresistible. In interviews later on, he praised her intelligence, calling her the most talented actress he’d ever met. Though he was initially in awe of her, he also felt a bit overwhelmed. Woodward was more seasoned in theater, more assured, and had a natural way of commanding attention. At the time, Newman was married to his first wife, Jackie Witte, and despite the spark he felt with Woodward, he kept their relationship professional.
During their time as understudies, they spent many hours together in rehearsals, watching lead actors and stepping in as needed. Their conversations began casually—discussing their craft, the industry, and their ambitions. Gradually, Newman’s charm started to soften Woodward’s initial skepticism. She noticed not just his confidence, but his genuine kindness. He wasn’t just a handsome face; he had a deep passion for acting and an artistic depth that matched her own.
A memorable moment came one hot day backstage during a rehearsal break. Woodward was fanning herself aggressively, and Newman, ever the gentleman, offered to fetch her a drink. Rather than feeling flattered, she rolled her eyes at his politeness, thinking it almost too much. But when he returned with a cold bottle of Coca-Cola and a shy, amused smile, something changed. She found herself laughing at his earnestness and began to see him in a new light.
Years later, both Newman and Woodward looked back on that first meeting with humor and affection. Newman joked that he had to work hard to win Woodward over, as she had been completely unimpressed at first. Woodward admitted she had underestimated him. That unremarkable initial encounter was actually the beginning of something extraordinary.
After they fell in love and built a life together, Newman confessed that from the very first moment he met Woodward, he knew she was special. Even when she dismissed him and resisted his charm, he sensed a unique connection between them. Woodward, reflecting on those early days, would laugh and say that if anyone had told her in 1953 that she would one day marry Paul Newman, she would have thought they were crazy