And who's to blame for this? Why, CLINT EASTWOOD himself. And the script.
He comes across as a man who strains to be vaguely articulate, one who's had enormous success at the box office with a string of violent films for decades now but has little to say about them except that he makes the kind of film he likes to watch. A simple philosophy. It's like a writer saying he writes the kind of stuff he himself would like to read. Okay. But that's the only perspective we get.
Clint's off screen persona is strikingly similar to that of the equally soft-spoken and elusive Henry Fonda. He's a mild-mannered man who looks today as harmless as the guy behind the counter at the local pharmacy, totally unlike the sort of action-oriented figures he plays on the screen with such authority and presence. It's as though all those action years have sucked the energy right out of him.
Fortunately, he grew up watching a lot of the old James Cagney/Humphrey Bogart films at Warner Brothrs, a studio where he himself has spent a lot of time over the past few decades churning out one macho action flick after another with little pause between. Occasionally he delved into deeper stuff with films like MILLION DOLLAR BABY, but his fans are really loyal because he gives them the kind of mindless action features they can all fantasize about. Good guys bring the bad guys down.
But don't expect anything deep from either Richard Schickel's script or Morgan Freeman's narration if you want insight into what makes the man tick. No mention of his turbulent personal life except that he lives in Carmel, California and likes to walk along the sand and beach-front areas in casual attire while pondering how much violence he can wreck in his next film to ensure it hits box office gold.
A simple-minded narration for a man whose life has got to be further explored to really give anyone a fair assessment of him, both as a filmmaker and a man. He's got to be more complex than he's presented here. The documentary is only remotely interesting when it concentrates on highlights from some of his most famous films. Even here, it fails to select the most impressive clips.
Summing up: An unremarkable view of a remarkable man.
