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.