wish Huston spent the rest of his career making different stories in Stockton, full THE WIRE saga in a slice of the California boonies.
a dreary 6th eulogy to himself, and maybe like the 27th to his own country: it lumbers, but never with the grace of elder wisdom, instead from the confounding handicaps Eastwood places on himself. the majority of late-period Clint (we’re now 30 years deep into that phase) hyper-focuses on his status as an aging man in a country with no use for him any longer (which realistically… lol come on, this shit was made for him); it’s been a cinema…
Honestly, feels illegal! Don't like one bit that a production team of adults sought to create a space where children (11-year-olds) were directed to twerk! The display of dance is one thing, the invasive, sexualized gaze of Doucouré's camera is aaaaaanother. And for a conclusion that ultimately says "don't be slutty, you dirty whore; here are some socially acceptable ways to show a little skin and not shame your family, as a treat" ?
initially, the film presented…