Filmmaker.
*melancholic yeehaw*
Clint, a boy, and a cock named Macho walk into a bar…
Turns out journalists, federal agents, and mama’s boys are people too.
The rest were up for debate, but there was no question as to which film is Eastwood’s worst.
How Lalo Schifrin used jazz moods to turn Eastwood into the king of cool.
The final weekend before Marvel blows everyone away had many interesting narratives.
As is typical of a Clint Eastwood film, resolute patriotism is the name of the game.
25 years later, we still got it coming…
Plus, a visual comparison of the 1971 and 2017 films.