When William Holden burst upon the screen as a violinist-turned-boxer, the Golden Boy exhibited an alchemical quality that was nine-tenths bonhomie and one-tenth brooding cynicism. As the years passed, Holden adjusted the ratio to give each of his roles—from carefree playboy to kill-anything-that-moves desperado—an effortless believability. And with a voice ideally suited for voiceover work (as heard in Billy Wilder’s Sunset Boulevard), Holden made an impact even after his lady-killing looks faded. For two weeks, Lincoln Center surveys his rich career, screening classics like The Bridge on the River Kwai, Network, and The Wild Bunch, as well as lesser-known fare such as Fedora, Wilder’s other love-hate ode to Hollywood.
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