I just saw that movie yesterday not knowing about the Huston connection. But since I know and admire Huston very much, I can appreciate in retrospect what Eastwood has done with the subject matter. All along the movie, I would have just tried to punch the SOB for his blatant egotism and obsessive (and depressive) behavior. Clint was THAT good. As much I like his Sergio Leone trilogy persona, his Dirty Harry persona, and pretty much the general character that he personifies in most of his films, as much I admire how he went out of his way (and character) to become the extremely un-likable Huston-goes-to-safari. A vivid proof that he is an outstanding actor, and not just the silent, mumbling macho man that the legend has built around his acting.
Same for his most recent efforts, and especially Gran Torino, one of the most enjoyable Eastwood films I've ever seen, and I saw quite a good portion of his opus. How he managed to have an irresistible tongue-in-cheek sense of humor on a very delicate subject, dealing with racism and social prejudices on a grand scale and in the most brilliant and enjoyable way possible, speaks of his genius.
But back to this one, this is not a perfect film, but I gave it 8 because of its technical qualities, mesmerizing Eastwood's acting and the buildup of tension that he succeeds in creating.
At the end of the movie, we are left speechless, just as he is, not knowing exactly what lesson there is to take, except that obsessive passions can be immensely destructive for oneself and for those whose lives are intertwined with the individual in prey to his senseless path towards self-destruction.
And yet, there are those who manage to make most everybody cringe with such useless anger. Yes, you. You don't deserve that much attention to your narrow-mindedness.... but still I felt the urge to come forward because Clint Eastwood deserves fair criticism only, and statements like the OP's should never happen. But to every movie that points to excellence, there are at least a few loose nuts who simply can't enjoy or even sense that excellence.
I am almost tempted to say that jealousy is the main motor of extreme opinions which don't make an ounce of sense such as the one that urged my tirade...
Stop and think. Can you?
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