A New President & A New Favorite Flik
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog about a film… This is mostly due to the fact that I haven’t been inspired to write about anything I’ve seen in recent memory.
Sure Dark Knight was amazing, but it just doesn’t seem appropriate to laud a film that is already one of the most popular movies of the decade with yet more regurgitated kudos, though I must admit they are justly due.
No, instead I’m going to give a glowing endorsement of a film that, at times while watching it, felt a bit like watching paint dry. Now I know that immediately sounds negative, but the kind of paint we’re talking about here is the creme de la creme, think of it as the Ralph Lauren quart covering the very best that film-making, directing and storylines have to offer. The kind of experience that makes you forget what you’re watching, and allows you to engage in a sort of self-induced coma of discovery.
It may be the last film that one of the world’s greatest men to ever grace the cinema screen ever makes, and it is exactly because of this reality that Gran Torino not only deserves all of the praise the critics have been offering, but it deserves two hours of your time to pay respects to one of this country’s most cherished thespians, Clint Eastwood.
I found this video to coincide with this blog, but my suggestion is that you only click the play button to view it if you’ve seen the film. What I’m saying will make a lot more sense to you if you follow my instruction 
Recent Comments