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18

Feb

Below, I have posted a link to a somewhat recent GQ Magazine article on Clint Eastwood.
The reason why I love Clint is because he reminds us that growing old is a privilege and that every year can be your best, even well into your eighties. This article completely echoes my opinion. Give it a read! You just might learn something about age.

Never forget that the coolest man in America is over eighty. It’s never too old to dream.

Below, I have posted a link to a somewhat recent GQ Magazine article on Clint Eastwood.

The reason why I love Clint is because he reminds us that growing old is a privilege and that every year can be your best, even well into your eighties. This article completely echoes my opinion. Give it a read! You just might learn something about age.

Never forget that the coolest man in America is over eighty. It’s never too old to dream.

Why Everyone Should Love Clint Eastwood: The Coolest Man Alive

02

Jul

Why Clint Eastwood never fails to give me hope.
I have a handful of heroes in life. There are some who inspire me from a career standpoint; long dead golden era actors, for the most part. There are also some who inspire me in my daily life. Clint Eastwood is one of the few icons who manages to straddle the line between the two.

Above all else, Clint stands as a testament to life past your “prime.” It seems I’m constantly surrounded by people who reach a certain age, and have nothing to do but complain. They complain about aging or about not looking their best anymore. They complain about lost opportunities and time running out. Clint Eastwood, at age eighty, proves that there are some pretty good years way past the midlife mark. I try to make it a point in life not to ever be afraid and to remember that there is always a new chance to take. I choose to age gracefully. 
I love Clint Eastwood because not only is he a brilliant actor and filmmaker, but he has a fantastic perspective on life. In fact, he makes time to meditate twice a day just to gather his thoughts and to stay focused on the positive. He’s the iconic Hollywood badass, and yet he has absolutely no airs about him. I think the people who reach midlife and start to critique or judge themselves as growingly insignificant are probably the same people who went through life lauding the superficial and materialistic, as well as the same people who belittle others.
Now, I’ve commented on what I like about Clint from a broader perspective. More specifically, I like that he represents everything I love about Old Hollywood, but he has managed to trim the excess fat and adapt with the times. He’s constantly involved in the civil rights movement and has a passion for animals. Not to mention that after eighty years, he still looks as sharp as ever. 

I actually find it somewhat fitting that this more recent picture of him is the only one within this post that is in full color.
Here’s a passage from his GQ interview that I’ve previously posted:
What will we lose with your passing?
“I don’t know. Just that everybody, at that time… I had been a kid growing up in the ’40s watching pictures by Ford and Raoul Walsh. Hitchcock and Huston. And they were very influential on me. They all just told stories. They didn’t necessarily follow one genre—whatever they felt like doing. But I do believe I came along at the right period for me. Because when I started directing, not many actors were doing it. There had been precedent before that, dating back to Stan Laurel. But I was just determined. I said, “Someday I’m gonna look out there and I’m not gonna like what I see. And I don’t necessarily want to be out of the business. I like doing this.” So I took it on. I never did get to that day where I said I’d quit. I’ve flirted with the idea a lot lately, but every once in a while a script comes along and I think, That’s a challenge that I haven’t been able to do before.”

I mean… no one’s cooler than The Man With No Name.

Why Clint Eastwood never fails to give me hope.

I have a handful of heroes in life. There are some who inspire me from a career standpoint; long dead golden era actors, for the most part. There are also some who inspire me in my daily life. Clint Eastwood is one of the few icons who manages to straddle the line between the two.

Above all else, Clint stands as a testament to life past your “prime.” It seems I’m constantly surrounded by people who reach a certain age, and have nothing to do but complain. They complain about aging or about not looking their best anymore. They complain about lost opportunities and time running out. Clint Eastwood, at age eighty, proves that there are some pretty good years way past the midlife mark. I try to make it a point in life not to ever be afraid and to remember that there is always a new chance to take. I choose to age gracefully. 

I love Clint Eastwood because not only is he a brilliant actor and filmmaker, but he has a fantastic perspective on life. In fact, he makes time to meditate twice a day just to gather his thoughts and to stay focused on the positive. He’s the iconic Hollywood badass, and yet he has absolutely no airs about him. I think the people who reach midlife and start to critique or judge themselves as growingly insignificant are probably the same people who went through life lauding the superficial and materialistic, as well as the same people who belittle others.

Now, I’ve commented on what I like about Clint from a broader perspective. More specifically, I like that he represents everything I love about Old Hollywood, but he has managed to trim the excess fat and adapt with the times. He’s constantly involved in the civil rights movement and has a passion for animals. Not to mention that after eighty years, he still looks as sharp as ever. 

I actually find it somewhat fitting that this more recent picture of him is the only one within this post that is in full color.

Here’s a passage from his GQ interview that I’ve previously posted:

What will we lose with your passing?

“I don’t know. Just that everybody, at that time… I had been a kid growing up in the ’40s watching pictures by Ford and Raoul Walsh. Hitchcock and Huston. And they were very influential on me. They all just told stories. They didn’t necessarily follow one genre—whatever they felt like doing. But I do believe I came along at the right period for me. Because when I started directing, not many actors were doing it. There had been precedent before that, dating back to Stan Laurel. But I was just determined. I said, “Someday I’m gonna look out there and I’m not gonna like what I see. And I don’t necessarily want to be out of the business. I like doing this.” So I took it on. I never did get to that day where I said I’d quit. I’ve flirted with the idea a lot lately, but every once in a while a script comes along and I think, That’s a challenge that I haven’t been able to do before.”

I mean… no one’s cooler than The Man With No Name.

16

Apr

Clint Eastwood interview with GQ Magazine

03

Jan

Respect your efforts, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that’s real power.

29

Dec

Clint Eastwood's Cowboy Spaghetti

Courtesy of Rachael Ray’s 30 Minute Meals.

This was surprisingly really good! Sometimes Rachael’s dishes remind me a little too much of something you would find on a Chuck E. Cheese menu. I found it interesting that the website recipe I linked to above calls for half a cup of beer but the one found in my family’s new cookbook left it out.

Blondie would have used beer.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my issues with Rachael. In fact, this was her last chance for me. My younger siblings recently convinced me to drive them to a book signing at a mall an hour from my house. Also, it’s important to note that these things are apparently a big procedure (pre-ordering books, giving credit card information, checking in, etc). When you’re like me and you don’t care at all about meeting celebrities, you start to care after putting the effort in. Anyway, making a long story short, we waited in line for hours but she never showed up.

Rachael Ray is on probation.

17

Dec

NYU Review: An Outlaw with Heart

C

an an outlaw ever truly be “good”?

or should they just stick to badass? (i.e. the poncho?)

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly seems absolutely justified in classifying Clint Eastwood’s character, Blondie, as “good.” With a film such as this, it is important to consider its characters within the mythos of the narrative. It doesn’t necessarily make sense to take the moral code of the viewer and to hold Blondie, or any of the characters for that matter, to a standard of values established by the society of the mid 1960’s. Instead, one must take into consideration what the filmmaker tells us is true. From the very opening of the film, the viewer is told in bold text that Blondie is to be considered “the good”. From that point on, he is to be considered a representation of “good” rather than as character a typical moviegoer would relate to directly or on a personal level. He’s somewhat of a new kind of “good.”

The wild west is a setting we, as viewers, will never have the opportunity to truly identify with, let alone exist in. Thus, we are to rely on the experts, like Sergio Leone, to do their best to paint the most vivid image possible as to mold our understanding. As a result, we end up with countless textual examples of what the west could have or should have been like to set our expectations. Keeping that in mind, in Leone’s version of the west, the Man with No Name Is the most relatable character in a fundamentally unfamiliar setting. The viewer gravitates towards his presence when he appears on screen for a reason.

Eastwood’s character is not the first we meet in the film. In fact, he is the last of the leading triumvirate that we are introduced to. Prior to meeting Blondie, there seems to be a void in the film. The viewer isn’t exactly sure who to root for or what to expect from “the bad” and “the ugly”. Subconsciously, you wait for an Eastwood-like player to ride onto the screen in order to create some sense of balance.

No; Blondie is not in any way innocent. We see his business partnership with Tuco evolve over the film’s entirety from a simple game of catch and release to working together to find buried treasure. Initially working as a bounty hunter, we repeatedly witness Blondie releasing Tuco from the clutches of the law and from receiving the punishment of justice that he deserves. Tuco is wanted for a seemingly never-ending list of severe crimes. He’s painted as the worst of the worst and yet, as a viewer, we almost don’t care that Blondie is working with him just to earn some money. Perhaps it’s because Blondie is a familiar face and we know to trust his judgment from previous installments in the series or perhaps it’s simply that the scheme is so clever that it seems justifiable. Also, even Tuco comes off looking more intelligent than the townsfolk surrounding his many hangings. It’s always hard to pity people who come off as clueless or excessively helpless.

Blondie always manages to come off looking nothing less than pure hearted and good natured standing next to Tuco, who is endlessly obnoxious, untrustworthy, and disloyal. In addition, while Tuco’s “ugly” personality is oftentimes repulsive and unappealing, Angel Eyes’ personal brand of ruthless killing and lust for money and power spawns from nothing less than evil. If a comparison to Tuco makes Blondie seem calm, cool, and collected, than a comparison to Angel Eyes makes him seem undoubtedly good.

The film is clear in defining its three main characters. We know from the very beginning that we are to follow these three major power players as introduced by the title itself and for the most part what we deal with over the course of the rest of the film is a set of pawns for them to manipulate. Sometimes these pawns act as obstacles and, as a result, uncomfortable or undeserving partnerships form. The viewer doesn’t want Blondie to work with his counterparts. You would much rather see him somehow piece the puzzle together himself, survive the bloodshed, and just pick up a sack of money waiting for him at the end of the trail. However, it can never be that easy. He has to work for his reward and so, we are even more sympathetic towards him. You tend to forgive his mistakes or crimes even more so.

Upon the films close, we are faced with a familiar situation. Blondie once again has Tuco strung up in a noose awaiting his “demise”. However, at this point you tend to remember a previous scene where Tuco had Blondie ready for hanging as a means of revenge for leaving him for dead in the desert. Tuco claims that his personal favorite means of hanging a victim is by shooting the legs out from under the chair they stand on one by one. Thus, as Tuco dangles on a wooden cross and we see Blondie whip out his gun to shoot the noose as their routine suggests, you somewhat consider the option of him shooting out the cross rather than releasing the rope. It would have seemed completely justified and almost poetic. However, Blondie doesn’t do it. Blondie gives him his shot at survival as he often did.

It seems as though Blondie’s inherent goodness arises as a result of his compassion and fairness. He’s not pure by any means and he recognizes what’s at stake as a result of his lifestyle. Therefore, he has to validate his indulgences and corruptions by living by some sort of western code, even a self-made one, which at least allows him to live a fair existence. This seems fitting as his “fair” complexion is continuously commented on throughout the film.

maybe blondes truly do have more fun.

photo: http://kyleriedel.net/shuffle/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/goodthebadandtheugly.jpg

[A review from my advanced cinema seminar; The Myth of the Last Western]