Alan Spencer‘s delivery reminds me a bit of the rat-a-tat-tat dialogue in The Social Network and His Girl Friday. I understand Spencer’s affection, but I wasn’t that much of an Eastwood fan in the early days. I wasn’t even a fan of his directing until Unforgiven. Okay, I respected Play Misty For Me and Breezy and maybe Pale Rider, but I wasn’t knocked out by them. Forget the orangutan movies. But everything changed after Unforgiven. From that point on I was on my knees.

August 5, 2013by Jeffrey Wells5 Comments