I have a vague antipathy towards Clint Eastwood on principle. On two separate occasions he beat out two of my favourite films for Best Picture at the Academy Awards and as silly as it is, I’ve never gotten over it. The fact that I’m hardly a fan of his work generally is just insult being added to injury. I do love him for Mystic River, though. It does appear on my list of favourite films, and with good reason. I think it’s almost perfect. I’ll forget the injustices done to James Ivory and Martin Scorsese (and the inadvertent ones done to Annette Bening and Clive Owen) and instead revel in the goodness of Clint.
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