Sandwiched between High Plains Drifter and the lamentable Eiger Sanction, this was a highly unusual subject for a neophyte action director such as Eastwood. Moreover, with the most godawful of theme songs and protagonists way too old and young for each other, this should’ve been a laughable disaster. And yet somehow it works. Brilliantly. Wonderfully. Everything flows from the two leads. Lenz brings an infectious energy and optimism to her role, while Holden’s understated, slowly dissolving world-weariness, is the perfect antipode. Like the titular Breezy, the film has an irresistible charm and, for most of its running time, I found myself smiling like a goofy teenager. Eastwood wanted the film to be about the rejuvenation of a cynic. By its end, to my delight, it wasn’t just Holden’s character who felt the world wasn’t quite such a dark place, I did, as well. An absolute joy of a movie.