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Destroying this organization is simply all he can do. Marvin casts the role with just the right note of understated anger, frustration and, most of all, confusion. He incarnates the tragic figure overwhelmed by the consequences of his violent life, assuming the morally beleaguered qualities of a late Clint Eastwood character (“Unforgiven,” “Mystic River?...
...never shaved on the day of a fight) or of casual defiance, like the raggedness of the 1950s beats. Actors showed stubble in movies only when their characters had been through the wringer or on a bender; even rebels like Brando, Dean and Clift were smooth cheeked. But when Clint Eastwood rode through those Italian westerns in the '60s, a meaner, more maverick kind of frontier hero was born, an amusingly amoral gunslinger whose standard equipment was a Colt Peacemaker, a cheroot, a sarape and a five-day stubble. In 1975 when Italian Designer Giorgio Armani started to show clothes...
...good speaking voices. And Darryl said . . . 'Women love bums!' He took all the heavies; Bogey was a heavy; when he picked Clark Gable, Gable was playing a heavy . . . Richard Widmark . . . was the worst . . . heavy in the world . . . And it's still true. Look at the Burt Reynolds and the Clint Eastwoods and all of that crap coming up. They're all abusive to women." Howard Hawks (To Have and Have Not; Red River) on typecasting: Martha Vickers played a nymphomaniac in The Big Sleep, and the studio signed her to a long-term contract. "She started playing a nice girl...
...Away. Now he adapts a novel by Diana Wynne Jones about Sophie (voiced by Emily Mortimer), a Cinderella type who, under a witch's spell, instantly becomes a 90-year-old crone (Jean Simmons) and takes residence in the portable home of the birdman Howl (Christian Bale, speaking in Clint Eastwood's gruff whisper...
...recently as 20 years ago for most people, the body was hardly more than an interesting mass somewhere down there below the head. It could be barricaded in gray flannel and wantonly pleased in steak houses and French restaurants. If the body belonged to Clint Eastwood or Sophia Loren, it was interesting. Otherwise, except in bed, it was ignored by the public in favor of more important pursuits like winning the space race or building the New Society ... [The fitness obsession] seized folks overnight, and the sport of mass running had begun. Suburbanites jogged like herds of oestrous gazelles down...