Caine was a working class kid who got drafted, spent some time in Korea on the business end of Chinese human wave assaults, survived that, and returned to become one of the unlikeliest actors of his generation. He always said he regarded acting as a job. He was an actor. His job was to act. Big movie, little movie, great movie, dog: he wanted to punch the clock and do a day’s work. He never understood the artistes who would rather sit and gaze at their navels than stay active.
I loved Cain as Uncle Garth in “Secondhand Lions.”
That film has a really cool end-of-film reveal.
You might even cry.