Movie Diary 5/9/2022

Cry Macho (Clint Eastwood, 2021). “I used to be a lot of things,” the gringo growls. “This macho thing is overrated.” Just in case there were any doubt about where Eastwood’s been for many years, he spells it out in this one. A lot gets spelled out here, in a movie that goes fairly casual and mostly by the numbers, albeit with a few good directing ideas. It certainly has the mood of a filmmaker signing off – Eastwood will be 92 in a couple of weeks. His main issue here is his own casting; Eastwood looks so frail that he throws the movie off, playing a character who ought to be in his mid-60s or so. In general, though, Mexico is a nice place to end it.

El Dorado (Howard Hawks, 1966). First-time-in-a-while revisit. Maybe not entirely coincidental that I watched it back-to-back with the above. Nice to see Wayne do some horse-riding, and nice to hear Hawks tell you how he wants you to watch the picture (“I’m curious to see how he does this”). Stray thought: The way James Caan’s character talks about his ol’ mentor, Johnny Diamond, is like a forerunner of the figure of Bronco Henry in The Power of the Dog (Thomas Savage’s novel was published in 1967), but without the baggage.