Gimme a break, this is just pretentious, "artistically" filmed bullshit. When will people see that the Emperor Ford wears no clothes, designer threads or otherwise? Yes, he manages to get lived in, deeply felt performances from actors but utterly fails to make engaging films that exist outside pretty pictures. This film is nothing but vapid nonsense. An extraordinary waste of resources and actor talent.
"No one" is surprised or entertained by this, easily the worst script Eastwood (or any major American filmmaker) has ever directed. Obvious and completely pedestrian on every level, the only twist is that it was written, or at least sole credit received, by Brian Helgeland. Jeff Daniels sure was having a good time picking up a paycheck though.