Just think, when he challenges a group of young boys: "Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn't have f----d with? That's me."
And I’m not complaining. Not because every film is great — though, damn, most of them are.
How does he do it again and again? Though I don’t want him to stop.
What a shame! Why this film wasn't in the official running for a best-picture Oscar last year is a baffling mystery. It should have happened. Just think, a superstar of film working with young Chinese American actors, elevating them, highlighting them. They’re as good as our own little known actors in Slumdog Millionaire.
What a ending (as like most of his films) where he gave his life willingly; just to let a Hmong neighbor family (who previously tried to steal his Gran Torino) can live safely.
Yes, sometimes winning isn’t about just defeating others; sometimes winning is about losing too.
So tenderly your story is
Nothing more than what you see
Or what you've done or will become
Standing strong do you belong
In your skin; just wondering
~ Clint Eastwood (Written by Jamie Cullum)