15 February 2009
Gran Torino (2008)
Cranky old racist man learns to love and respect the little ones next door? Eugene latched onto the Clint Eastwood perennial Dirty Harry performance, and much of the undeniably awkward performances/writing. “Oscar?! This??,” he kept asking, incredulously.
It’s a pretty clunky movie, but I find Clint Eastwood’s movies to be interesting in a way that recalls one of my professor’s explanation of his transition from Hamlet to King Lear as his favorite Shakespeare play. They’re ruminations on getting old, which isn’t to say I fully relate to that, but I can appreciate the conviction. And there probably isn’t anyone who could called a shy, reserved (submissive[!]) boy “Zipper head” repeatedly with any ounce of conviction other than Clint Eastwood.
How DARE you publicly defy me?!
I liked the car in this movie. What about ITS performance? Hm?