will have to mull a bit before deciding where i stand on the frame narrative (initial instinct is to wish most of it away, especially since the meryl/clint stuff is so good).
admittedly, i haven't watched "that" much streep, but i don't think i've ever seen her lovelier.
the extent to which eastwood's costuming here reminds me of my grandfather is a little disorienting
"i don't want to need you, because i cant have you."
lol way to hurt me, eastwood. way to hurt me.
not a bad movie to put on if you need a good cry.