While Little Fauss and Big Halsy (1970) remains utterly un-memorable in both plot and story arc, the denim-heavy wardrobe sported by it’s stars has managed to worm a very rutty path in the dusty highways of my heart.
Halsy Knox (Redford) and Little Fauss (Pollard) are competing motorcycle racers who meet wealthy east-coast runaway and recovering drug-addict Rita Nebraska (Hutton) outside the Phoenix racetrack one scorching Saturday morning. Nebraska’s mussy, windswept tomboy style and ‘little girl lost’ story capture the attention of both men, but it is Little Fauss who is most taken with her dazed and confused story of denim-clad distress.
Mounting jealousy and competition between the two over whom will finally win her attentions put the pair’s already tenuous friendship to the test. Tensions between cocksure, womanizing Halsy and reserved, inept Fauss finally come to a head at the Arizona racetrack near the end of the film, surrounded by giant Saguaro cacti and dusty desert backroads.
I won’t tell you how the film ends, because the denouement of the story is much less important than what Hutton’s character wears throughout — a perfectly faded white Yamaha t-shirt, high-waisted straight-leg blue jeans, a khaki stovepipe trouser, and one very perfect chambray workshirt that she rocks with a thick, messy cuff at the elbow.
do you ever notice that you can drive all day and all night and no matter where you stop, it’s always the same greasy hamburger, and the same fried egg, served by the same waitress?
it’s like you ain’t never went nowhere at all.
– Halsy Knox