Meant to say something about this weeks ago, but forgot. (How’s that for a clever excuse?)
About five minutes in to “Gran Torino,” mostly what I was thinking was, “Another Clint Eastwood movie where he plays a grumpy old SOB who communicates mostly through grunts? It’s a fine genre, but getting a little tired.”
Ten minutes later I was so not thinking that any more, and totally in love with the movie. Check it out if you haven’t already.