Review: Gran Torino (2008)

[Scott Mendelson]

Gran Torino
2008
116 minutes
rated R

by Scott Mendelson

Clint Eastwood is the rare actor who has had two 'final acts' in his
career. The first came in 1992, when the revisionist western
Unforgiven accidentally revitalized his career after a full decade of
relative irrelevance (the only good films Eastwood made in the 1980s
were Tightrope, Bird, and The Dead Pool, none of which were terribly
successful). Unforgiven seemed to represent one final western, a final
action film that attempted to reinterpret or deconstruct the various
mythical gunslingers of his heyday. But, of course, it received
rapturous reviews, became Eastwood's first $100 million grossing
picture and won four Oscars, including Best Picture and Best Director
for Mr. Eastwood himself. So this final curtain instead paved the way
for 'Clint Eastwood - critically admired director' (never mind that he
had been directing solid films since Play Misty For Me in 1971).

Unforgiven was followed by fifteen-years of critically acclaimed
films, and another Best Picture/Best Director Oscar combo for Million
Dollar Baby in 2004. For this last leg of his career, Eastwood has
been known as a director first, and an actor second. Since 1992, he
acted in only one picture not of his making, Wolfgang Peterson's
masterpiece 1993 thriller: In The Line Of Fire.

Gran Torino will allegedly be Clint Eastwood's final acting role. If
this is the case, then the 78 year old icon has chosen a perfectly
pleasant offshoot as his acting swan song. That it is not a film
worthy of multiple Oscars is not a slight against the picture. It is a
fun, witty, and poignant last dance that ends up being a modern day
take on the classic western archetype that Eastwood knows so well.
Whether Eastwood deserves or receives an Oscar nomination for his lead
performance is irrelevant. It is every bit as appropriate an acting
finale as John Wayne's The Shootist.

A token amount of plot - Walt Kowalski is a Korean War veteran who has
stayed in his old neighborhood as the economic conditions deteriorated
and his neighbors began to less resemble himself and begin to resemble
the very Koreans he went to war with in his youth. This unrepentant
racist himself lost and without purpose following the death of his
wife. However, circumstances change when a young Hmong neighbor
attempts to steal Walt's prized auto mobile, his 1973 Gran Torino.
After the youth's family forces him to work off his moral debt by
helping Walt with various chores, the grumpy old man forms a
surprising bond with his neighbors and with this young man. However,
tensions from nearby gangs threaten to destroy Walt's new found peace.

The film is first and foremost a showcase for crusty old Clint. While
the broadly comic performance skirts with camp from time to time (he
actually says 'Get off my lawn!' in two separate scenes), the usual
Eastwood subtlety and low-key film making keeps the drama rooted in
plausibility. And while the bond between Frank and Thao isn't terribly
deep (arguably less so than, for example, the friendship between
Daniel Larusso and Mr. Miyagi in the first Karate Kid), it is
entertaining and their interactions with Walt's few friends provide
solid laughs (the always welcome John Carroll Lynch cameos as a barber
shop owner). And Clint Eastwood once again presents one of the most
realistic, three-dimensional priests seen in film today (Christopher
Carley is terrific here, as was Brian F. O'Byrne in Million Dollar
Baby).

The film does have some worthwhile commentary on ethnicity. Walt's
Hmong neighbors are generally hard-working, never expect a hand out
folks, the same kind of people whose values are supposed to embody
'real Americans' in the eyes of so many who oppose immigration and
decry the melting pot of America. The film also dances with the idea
that the very people who most strongly oppose ethnic integration
(conservative, lower-income suburbanites) are the ones who often live
in a multi-cultural Petri dish. And, despite being stand-ins for
'friendly minorities who mend Walt's racist heart', Thao and his
sister Sue are intelligent, funny, and relatively three-dimensional
characters in their own right. Something that the film gets just right
is the idea that friendships between different races actually allow
for more overtly humorous racism, since there is no longer any
malicious intent (Sue laughs when Walt jokingly calls her a 'dragon
lady', knowing that he's comfortable enough around her to be tossing
out such ribald jabs).

The last fourth of the film delves into Walt's struggle with the local
gang element, and the film threatens to turn into Grumpy Old Dirty
Harry. Without going into spoilers, I can say that it doesn't quite go
to that extreme, and the finale has a surprising poignancy for those
who know the classic western myths (one could argue that it has
similar ideas to No Country For Old Men, but I'll say no more than
that).

Gran Torino is not a masterpiece. It's a fun character drama that
features a knowing but winning final performance by Clint Eastwood and
just enough commentary to make it worth discussing. In this current
deluge of pretentious, overly arty Oscar bait, Gran Torino is a solid,
well-oiled machine. It's just an unpretentiously good yarn.

Grade: B