POTENTIAL SPOILER(S) OF SORTS WITHIN:
Saw it this afternoon. It ultimately left me a little cold. I remember thinking, at the end, "man, the dog's going to miss him" and that made me sadder than anything else. Somehow the ending was just too predictable and, great as Clint was, the whole rest of the cast (including the priest, I think) were merely OK at best and downright awful at worst. It got to the point, at times, where it was distracting and dragged down potentially powerful or intense scenes. The scene with the girl and that wigger being accosted by those guys on the corner while Clint watches from his car and the scene where Clint tricks Thao and locks him in the basement, going to confront the gang on his own, are definitely examples of this. I thought a lot of the dialog was not only poorly acted but also poorly written at several moments. Even Clint's. The whole tough guy thing was, I think, a little overplayed but I place the blame for that solely on the screen writer since it was all in the dialog. Still, Eastwood was pretty brilliant throughout, even though I have a bit of a hard time finding his rather abrupt transformation believable. I was honestly hoping to love this and ultimately my reaction to it was far more lukewarm.
Also, a rather frightening experience: as the credits began to role, some guy sitting by himself in the top left corner of the theater started laughing hysterically. Like...in a nearly deranged manner. He was laughing so hard he was choking at a couple points. I left the theater and made a quick phone call. The guy walked past, still laughing just as hard. This perplexed and, to be honest, sort of terrified me. I mean, I know Clint Eastwood should never sing. I get that. But I'm not sure if it warrants a deranged reaction.