Clint Squints… Learns Valuable Life Lessons… Squints Again… Imparts Valuable Life Lessons… Squints Again… Snarls… Squints… Blah… Blah… Blah…
If there ever was a heavy-handed, poorly written and horridly acted movie, that still managed some semblance of watchability, then “Gran Torino” is most certainly it.
I am chuckling to myself as I write this review, remembering all the cheesy lines, clichéd characters and stiff deliveries — and still, I am unable to hate this film. It had a certain something that kept me from looking at my watch to see when I could buy some Raisinettes to get that taste out of my mouth.
That certain something goes by the name of Clint Eastwood. After all, that is the only thing this film really has going for it… Clint being Clint. He is ultimately watchable, even in an after-school special like “Gran Torino”.
I don’t have the energy to muster up a plot recap. Just know this — everything about this film is lame. The only reason I am not lambasting this film is because I am afraid Clint Eastwood might stumble across this review and have me “eliminated” from this world just by squinting hard enough. He can do that you know.
