I went to the local Blockbuster last weekend for the sole purpose of picking up A Fistful of Dollars so I could hop in on the latest film discussion here - AND THEY DIDN'T HAVE IT! It's not a very good Blockbuster...
And I completely missed the restored GBU and could just kick myself. I can only hope that it finds its way on to DVD soon.
So I did rent Bloodwork, and enjoyed it very much. I don't want to go into what I liked, didn't like, etc. too much in light of potential future film discussions.
What I did want to mention, what struck me repeatedly as I watched the film and thought of other recent roles, such as True Crime and Space Cowboys, is how gracefully Clint is handling his own aging process onscreen.
I'll never forget the cheese factor involved watching fifty-something Harrison Ford, who I pretty much admire, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in unintentional slow motion with a bad back in Clear And Present Danger. Clint isn't hiding or running away from his own age.
I find the sensitivity and vulnerability Clint has demonstrated in his post-Unforgiven roles, embracing the unique opportunities for character development and insight provided by his age, to be very moving and quite unique in Hollywood. No less so because of his own background as an action star. At the risk of sounding morbid, I think one more turn in front of the camera, where his character had to face death itself, in the form of simple, inexorable mortality, could make for an amazing capstone to his acting career.