5. Flags Of Our Fathers (2006)
Perhaps it was all his time spent as the loner, but no working director today understands the individual quite like Clint. He is intelligent in drawing out a character, highlighting their aims, irks, passion and regrets. Even more, is his ability as an American to maturely comment on his country, in the past and present. Flags of our Fathers is a film based around the American soldiers who raised the U.S. flag atop Mt. Suribachi (Japan) on February 23, 1945. Eastwood’s film delves into the nameless solders in the photograph and their lives. Once again, Eastwood’s battle scenes are epic and quite effective in depicting the hell men on both fronts faced during the war. Personally, I’ve never been a fan of Eastwood’s use of voiceover, and in none of his films that employed the device have I felt it was crucial to the story. However, in this film, the flow between the past and present, in uncovering the truth, and exploring a way of thinking, a love for your fellow man, and sometimes (but not always) country, Alongside its sister film, Letters from Iwo Jima, Eastwood masters the sentiments of each soldier and their identity versus the nations. A tough task, but Eastwood handles the matter with great instinct, ambition, and affection. The cinematography and silence found in the film dutifully capture the isolating and depressed landscape of war, of soldier, and one’s past.
4. Mystic River (2003)
Two distinct memories come to mind when I think about this film. One has to do with the very first time I saw it – which was in an absolute packed theatre, sitting in the very last row, mouth agape for the whole film. No lie – my jaw dropped from the first sequence until the last, which never happened to me watching a movie before. The second is the last time I watched it, which was only a few weeks ago in preparation for this review, and just like the first time I followed the mystery, sophistication and cool, and thought I knew what would happen, only to be surprised once again by the end. No lie – the I placed faith in the plot twists that once again took me down the wrong path. Bravo! The film is worth a viewing for many reasons, and a second for almost a dozen more. The story revolves around three childhood friends whose lives are forever changed after one of them, Dave Boyle (Tim Robbins) is abducted by a pedophile during a game of street hockey. Flash forward decades later, and the disconnected friends are almost unwillingly reunited after the death of Jimmy Markum’s (Sean Penn) eldest daughter, which spins this drama into a classic whodunit with Detective Sean Devine (Kevin Bacon) helming the investigation. These three actors are superb in their parts, and a special kudos should go out to Marcia Gay Harden who plays Celeste, Dave’s puzzled wife. At first, her character is hard to swallow – but Harden brings a woman equally charged by her unfounded suspicions, family devotion, and fear to life in a quiet, unflattering powerhouse manner. A great casting choice Clint, and I’m not even a Harden fan. However the film’s unparalleled performance in this film belongs to Penn, a father racked by guilt, sorrow, revenge, and unconditional love. Clint’s handle on the characters and the actors hired to portray them is steady, authentic and quite poignant. This film unfolds as a sensitive revenge tale, which is often fuddled by the misgivings of a filmmaker, but not here. Clint, and writer Brian Helgeland keep true to Brian Lehane’s novel, where every character has tough choices to make and live by. Sympathies pour out for each of them, and suddenly vengeance is not so clearly cut from the cloth of right and wrong. The film’ setting is a blue-collared Boston neighborhood, and Clint’s visual aesthetic remains true to the raw, gritty, dagger cut lifestyle of your average Americans. Some of the eeriest scenes take place in the day, and it’s interesting to watch a man who mastered shadow and light, deliver the ominous under the sun. Once again Clint manages the score, which supports the characters’ mood and their stories. SEE this film if you haven’t, it will make you fall in love with cinema all over again.
3. Changeling (2008)
The only complaint I have for this film – is the trailer, which grossly misled the general public. Perhaps, in lieu of that marketing error, most people let Changeling slip by. Big mistake. This film is haunting. Absolutely spine-tingling. Clint Eastwood should be commended, alongside Angelina Jolie and John Malkovich. The film is based on a true story – and your jaw will drop through its viewings and numerous plot twists, turns, and revelations. It is impossible to not experience a range of emotions – anger, horror, sadness, empathy, and fear when viewing this film, and by its end you will feel nothing but gratitude, gratitude you are not Christine Collins. The film is about a missing Los Angeles child, circa 1928. Jolie plays the mother, Christine, who literally melts down with the inefficiency of the police department in locating her son, to near hysterics as they “find” her son, who Christine implores, is not her Walter. For once, Jolie’s penchant for teary performances is well matched with the grace and cool of Mr. Malkovich’s Rev. Gustav Briegleb. There is not one bad performance in this piece, and Mr. Eastwood deserves kudos for the film’s many marvels. Nothing is done in excess. The cinematography renders an Old Hollywood feel with heavy blacks, blues and a myriad of other colours, essentially setting the right tone and mood for the dramatic thriller. Once again the score is done by the hands of Eastwood himself, and captures the somber, raw feel a mother undergoes in trying to find her son. You will not be disappointed.
2. The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976)
(Final Note: I tossed and turned in feeling it should be in the number one spot)
1. Million Dollar Baby (2004)
Sometimes you watch a film and can note a trademark or two of the director, a clever or preferred story device, editing trick, or catchphrase that time and again appears in their subsequent works. But when you watch Million Dollar Baby you are experiencing a director’s storytelling philosophy come to life from the first frame to the last. This is Eastwood’s masterpiece plain and simple. Every element he values as a filmmaker is at its top form in this film. The film is edgy, charged, and emotionally devastating and at its end there is nothing short but the quintessential catharsis that the Greeks wrote and died for. The boxing ring acts as a metaphor for life, and is explained as so by the film’s narrator “Scrap Iron” Dupris (Freeman). He channels the story of an aged fight trainer, Frank (Eastwood) and the trailer-park underdog, Maggie (Swank) who wishes to be the next champ. Thematically, the film covers Eastwood’s favorites – nobility, regret, honour, corruption and friendship. Every actor commands the screen, and no one can deny that Swank exists on screen as Maggie, complete and total immersion into her role. Each character battles their demons, and faces the consequences in a perfectly structured screenplay, based on F.X. Toole’s short stories. Not since The Godfather do I remember a film that is so dimly light that shadows sometimes say more than characters themselves. The fights are choreographed and piercing. The score is almost regal; a soft requiem for all that is lost. This film captures your absolute attention and every character has a place in your mind and heart. It is nothing short of real.
– Jennifer Kassabian