Movie recco: Clint Eastwood’s ‘Gran Torino’

gran-torino1

I liked this movie, but only because I like Clint Eastwood so much.  I like Clint Eastwood so much because the he’s produced  such an extraordinary body of work. And the real greatness of his work isn’t in his good, bad, ugly, Dirty Harry, every which way you can movies.   It’s in movies such as “Mystic River” and  “Letters from Iwo Jima,” one of  the best war movies of all time.

The man has become a cultural icon — and deservedly so.

So I was predisposed to liking “Gran Torino.”   Even predisposed, however, I was just only okay with this flick. Like “Million Dollar Baby,”  another “eh” movie, “Gran Torino” was Clint predictably playing a quintessentially Clint character:  Grouchy tough  guy.  Like “Million Dollar Baby,” “Torino” also tended toward  sappy.  The ending was different for Clint. He kicks some ass, like always.  But the movie doesn’t conclude with a climatic kickin’.  Quite the opposite in fact.

It also concludes with what may be it’s most memorable moment — Clint singing in the movie’s title track, which Clint himself composed with his son, Kyle,  and Jamie Cullum.

Should you see it?  My suggestion: Take it or leave it.

Travel tip: How to freshen garments without a journey to the dry cleaners

dry-cleaningThis goes out to my fellow road warriors, namely #1 and TCG’s significant other.

In prepping for a trip to the Big Apple, I wanted to pack wool trousers that had been worn but weren’t soiled and didn’t need to be dry-cleaned.  Still, since I was meeting with clients, I wanted to make sure I was presentably fresh.  To make sure, to the Web I went and found this tidy little tip:

  1. Wet a towel with a capful of fabric softener diluted in about a quart of water.
  2. Wring the towel then put it into the dryer with your garments.
  3. Set the dryer on low heat.

Okay, I tried it – and added a fabric softener sheet to the dryer.  It worked.  Clothes came out looking and smelling fresher. This works with comforters, too.

Why I love my Steelers (despite how they made me the most unpopular guy in the room)

The Steeler Six PakN & E ‘s traditional Super Bowl party  – the one our dear friends have been hosting for some 20 years now – put me in an unexpected place.  It was though I was the Visitor who got tickets for a seat plop in the middle of the Home stands.

I happened to be the obvious Steeler fan among a group of frustrated Forty-Niner fans who were as much against the Steelers as they were for their NFC-West-representing Cardinals.  They were rooting against the Steelers because, as one of those people told me, “We don’t want anyone else to have more Super Bowls than we do,” referring, of course, to the bragging rights of being one of only three teams – along with the Steelers and Cowboys – with an NFL-leading five Super Bowl Championships.

No matter.  The Good Guys, Divine Justice, and the Natural Order prevailed.  The Steelers won a nail-biter.  But I’m not gloating. (Okay, maybe a little.) If this Super Bowl had involved anyone but my beloved Steelers I would have been high-fiving with my Forty Niner friends at every Cardinal TD.

But this was the Steelers. And I do love the Steelers. The Pirates not so much anymore.  The Penguins never, really.  No, I love the Steelers for two reasons. [Read more...]

Words I wish I could use…

This is a 'sensory homunculus,' representing the parts of the body that are most sensitive. (Some words have different meanings.

This is a 'sensory homunculus,' representing the parts of the body that are most sensitive. (Some words have different meanings.)

In a career built on words, there are a few words I’ve always wanted to use but couldn’t.  My subject matter was never quite big enough, my life large enough. For example, I have always wanted to use the word “metastasis,“  or “exegesis,”  or “protean.  I remember coming across them in Time or NewsWeek or some similarly weighty periodical as their  writers ever so writerly recounted, analyzed, or dissected an event, development, or trend.

Words like that resonate with gravitas, entirely apropos to a corrupt presidentcy, a constitutional crisis,  or an unpopular land war in Southeast Asia.

I’ve been thinking about big words because I just finished reading an Economist article that used two I wish I could find the occasion to employ.  The story was entitled “The frat boy ships out,” about our recently departed 43rd president.

The first word was “ratiocination.”  The Economist used it thusly:

Mr Bush is what the British call an inverted snob. A scion of one of America’s most powerful families, he is a devotee of sunbelt populism; a product of Yale and Harvard Business School, he is a scourge of eggheads. Mr Bush is a convert to an evangelical Christianity that emphasises emotion—particularly the intensely emotional experience of being born again—over ratiocination.

Or how about this for a word?  It’s “homunculi,“  the plural of homunculus.

[Read more...]