dual personalities

I do not like surprises. And I had one this week that threw me into a minor tizzy. It had to do with my old job and something the university wanted me to do, which ultimately I had to say no to. I am retired, so I am sticking with my life of not caring about meaningful and measurable outcomes for all of our endeavors.

In other news, I recently watched Cry Macho (2021) because, as you recall, it received quite a lot of buzz when it came out last year and I was curious to see Clint Eastwood at age ninety-two. Unfortunately,  it is a pretty thin story to begin with and Clint is thirty years too old for the part. Additionally, it was really kind of disturbing to watch.

When he made Gran Torino back in 2008, he was a mere 78 and still a badass. Now he is truly a doddering old man in ill-fitting jeans who looks like a child could push him over. Watching him get in and out of a truck or car is painful. He could barely rasp out his lines. Good grief.

C’est la vie. I think of Cary Grant who made his last movie at age 61, because he wanted to go out on top still looking fit as a fiddle and ready for love. I commend him. You had an exceptionally long and great run, Clint, but enough already. That goes for all you octogenarians in Washington too.