Robert Redford — ever the champion of social justice — is not content to instruct people in strategies of proper land use (“conserve,” he says — from the comfort of his sprawling ranch, of course). Nope, now the leathery Horse Whisperer-turned-Chattering Sandyblond Man-nanny is criticizing Hollywooders (and Hollywood-ettes) who opt for plastic surgery in order to stave off the debilitating effects of gravity on once perky bosoms or once strong chins. This Is London reports:

Redford, 64, who starred as Brad Pitt’s mentor in last year’s action thriller Spy Game, admitted his days as a dashing screen hunk are behind him. He said: ‘I’m not jumping on the Hollywood bandwagon and turning the clock back with a face-lift. So what if my face is falling apart? I don’t give a damn. Anyway, it gives me character. Everyone thinks they can stay pretty forever, but some come out of Beverly Hills surgeries looking scary to me.’

As always, Redford’s acting like whatever’s good for him should be carved into stone tablets and proclaimed by bearded men in ethereal robes. Hey Bobby! Loved ya’ in 3 Days of the Condor. But Sneakers…? C’mon…

Now please, hush up.

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