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Asian girl: And you're a better man to him than our own father was. You're a good man.
Clint Eastwood: I'm not a good man. Get me another beer, Dragon Lady. This one's empty.
This is one of those hard, gritty, don't-watch-it-if-you're-a-soft-white-intellectual-or-a-Lutheran-minister kind of thing.
....
Although, now that Clint isn't my neighbor anymore....
I actually rather blame him for almost all of.... some of the things, at least.
He's just that damn impolite.
And that's not even to say that this rough man, who obviously does not lack courage, has any lack of honesty and realism, and even good will.
But think of how he would come off in *Seinfeld*.
Or even....
"Now John at the bar is a friend of mine; he gets me my drinks for free; and he's quick with a joke, or a light of your smoke, but there's someplace that he'd rather be." And who's that? John isn't Clint, although perhaps a few words might pass between them....
{"And the piano sounds like a carnaval, and microphone smells like a beer, and they sit at the bar, and put bread in my jar, and say, 'Man, what are you doin' here?' "}
"Now Paul is a real estate novelist, who never had time for a wife, and he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy, and probably will be for life." *Who never had time for a wife*.... *still in the Navy, and probably will be for life*.... Behold the man!
Honestly, sometimes I have to look at myself, and the ideals that have touched me, and actually just ask myself, what I'm holding up.
But, again.... It is what it is, but there is some good in it....
And it sure as fuck isn't fake.
....
Now Tom comes from a strange little family
On the tougher end of this town
And he talks with this old man who growls at him
Though he's not ever once let him down
Oh, la-la-la, didy-da, (why do you folks do *this*, to *me*?)
(9/10)
