
Clint Eastwood & " GRAN TORINO"
First off, to begin with, the movie would be nowhere without Clint Eastwood. HE IS THE MOVIE.
Eastwood continues to impress and brings his super slate of movies forward, one more time. I have been living in the US for a few years now and having made my migration from Hyderabad, I have been seeing the multi-culturism aspect of the US making more pronounced statements than ever before.
This movie is part funny, part vigilante action movie and part parable of the American multi-culturism, I am talking about.
Walt Kowalski is an angry, unhappy, grizzly, 70 year old gun-toting, tobacco chewing, and Korean War vet and lives in this part of suburbia, which seems to be under the command of the notorious Asian hoodlums. The depressing setting and also the sad ambience starts off, with the funeral of his wife.
One of the prized possessions which reflects on his flashy younger days is the classic '72 ford – Gran Torino, which he keeps polished at all times in his garage. He is an old timer, and a very hardcore American, so to speak at the core of his heart. Somewhere down the line, he dislikes, everything alien and how the nation he is so proud of, has diminished in prominence over the years. He is cranky and actually growls like an old hurt dog at times, when he is displeased. His son and daughter-in-law are only interested in his house in the Detroit suburbia and do not actually care for anything more than that. They represent the very materialistic nature of the younger generation, who he squarely puts blame on, for the lack of patriotism or American idealism, he still pursues in his sub-consciousness.
"I have more in common with these gooks than I do with my own family," Walt says in the movie's most telling line, although he doesn't have to spell it out, given that his own kids and grandkids clearly believe that, just because they're white Americans, everything should be handed to them.
His wife's funeral is the final nail in the coffin and for all he could care, his entire world has collapsed along with her death. He despises his son for the very fact that he sells Japanese cars and drives in one of them; he had recently bought to his dead mother's funeral. He is aghast at how his young teenage grand-daughter has piercings on her face, rebellious in nature and acts very two-faced, when asking Walt for the Gran Torino, so that she can zip to college in the classic car.
To add, to his woes, the ethnic gangs have taken over the city's streets and in the traditional lower-middle class neighborhood he lives, has been increasingly taken over by the Asian community and people of other ethnicity. He proudly has an American flag flying in this balcony, in spite of all this and tries to imply his superiority and uniqueness in the neighborhood. His immediate neighbors, an immigrant family from south-east Asia, keeps reminding him of his enemies in Korea.
Thus the ambience sets it up as a fairly outrageous, self-deprecating, tailor made part for Eastwood in this movie. How he steps in -- earning their devotion, creating some nasty enemies and setting himself on a path toward a broader view of the American Dream is the rest of the movie. I would not want to spill any beans on what actually happens in the movie. That is for you to decide. I am merely trying to set up the mood and trying to explain the layers which exist.
It is far from being a master-piece of a movie or immaculate movie-making, but it certainly does emphasize why, Eastwood is Eastwood, one of the very best classic American actors we have seen in many generations. He is certainly getting better with age. Eastwood the director likes to get by on just a few takes of each shot, so he's never troubled much by minor inconsistencies or clumsy supporting performances. This movie seems even rougher around the edges than much of his past work.
Official Trailer:
Last,but not least, I read in another blog on PFC, as to how someone wants to see Big B in these sorts of roles in Hindi movies. I could not agree with that reader more. It would be wonderful and I think he would rock it too. Are any Indian filmmakers listening?
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