There once was a gang called the Man-Eaters /
They rode on one- and two-seaters /
It's easy to tell, they liked to raise hell /
and in cutting off heads they're the leaders
Thats the Road Runner, fastest bird in the world they say. I figure hes at least the fastest in these parts. Hes got a speed so quick you cant really take its measure.
Whos that mangy feller chasin after him.
Thats The Coyote. Some people think hes tryin to eat the bird, but Ive always believed hes just chasin him on account of hes runnin. The Runner'll always run, so The Coyote'll always be chasin him.
Thats a nice thought.
I dont know if its nice, but its a thought.
Escape from Washington DC
Not surprised this is based on a David Baldacci novel as it's unmistakably airport thriller plotting right down to Clint's absurd disguises (I particularly like the touch of the trenchcoat and hat outfit essentially being his disguise as someone in disguise), believable only insofar as the audience is willing to accept it as such, but if you're okay with that this is a pretty stacked treasure trove. The hashtag resistance brigade is of course completely useless…
A scene by scene breakdown of this will reveal two or three real clunkers (would it even be late Eastwood were that not the case?) but like Clint I'm more of a big picture guy and the big picture here is an endlessly surprising delight, I was expecting something dark, violent, and Breaking Bad-ish but this is mostly funny when it's not bittersweet, with a low tension level and plenty of Eastwood jamming with oldies on the radio.
When I was 17 or 18 I was eating lunch at this place called New York Subs (now closed) and I ordered my sandwich and sat down in front of this man (who I later learned was my parents' dentist, incidentally) who was by himself waiting on his food. When the waitress came by to bring him his order, I heard her ask him about the crossword puzzle he was doing. "Yeah, I find it's a lot easier to do…