The best thing in the Globe on Sunday was Mark Feeney’s appreciation of Burt Lancaster (“Catching a wave,” SundayArts, July 14). Spot on! One of the pleasures of being 72 and retirement is revisiting films I saw so much earlier in my life. Can you imagine what I made of “Sweet Smell of Success” when I was a teenager? I’ve watched “The Leopard” twice in the last three years, and I could watch it again today. Netflix is great. (How else could I have honored my childhood favorite Esther Williams a few weeks ago?) I’ll be ordering some Lancaster films today. I love the things Feeney writes. One quarrel only with the article: “prancing” in “The Crimson Pirate”? I saw that film when I was 11 and remember it still. It’s not prancing when you can almost smell the sweat.