Pick 26: Slick Flick Pick: Clint's Finger Gun and His Unforeseen Son (Gran Torino, 2008) *2nd Clint's Film Gamut Series* *With Brother Clint's Aural Appearance*

I would like to grow up to be like Clint Eastwood: the director, the actor, the invincible, the old man. What other figure in the history of the cinema has been an actor for 53 years, a director for 37, won two Oscars for direction, two more for best picture, plus the Thalberg Award, and at 78 can direct himself in his own film and look meaner than hell? None, that's how many. -Roger Ebert Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the pleasure of ushering you through the colorful, seemingly uneventful, on the fringe and outskirts of his Detroit community; its daily happenings unfolding in front of Walt's porch--all for his weary, vigilant, imprecise peppers to see, in Korea he was a soldier on a killing spree, but his wife's since died, he's haunted inside, but not one lifeform said freedom was free. Aside from his lost love's funeral, Walt dodges the church, it seems that on truth, meaning or redemption, he's called off the search, his emasculated neighbor, on the precarious edge of gangster/domesticated life, remains in the lurch; before you brand Clint's (Walt) a crass, flippant, irredeemable racist fu** or his legacy besmirch, I strongly advise you to watch this film 10 times, even in reverse, and do your due research--for if you do, I promise you the fulfilling, everlasting, suburban western, of yore, treat via Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile cinephiles. For your 26th episode, my beloved Brother, broski, also retired, but cooler than Walt Kowalski, Clint and I review one of our most cherished, rewatched, captivatingly candid, true as it is touching, they do not direct them like this or make them like they used to, nostalgic, coming of age through the eyes of a war vet, foul-mouthed, old--but not out--rage filled gaze, Clint's performance does amaze, as he reminds us of these tech overloaded, belly button-ringed, adolescently apathetic strange days through offensive phrase and reminds us that just because you are rife, or otherwise riddled, with flaws does not distance you completely from praise.  I am delighted to report, cinematic fanatics, that this slick poignant flick was financially applauded and almost unanimously lauded. We offer you, regarding this classic American muscle, surreptitiously subtle, calculatingly uncomplicated flick, in a sheen that's glossy, sleek and slick: Gran Torino, circa December 2008. This remains an unapologetically, heartwarming, gut-churning, tale, where aspersions are used to assail, a priest will persist to no avail, but both said priest and our recalcitrant retiree will prevail, and the proud friend of Walt will not sail, but drive off into the unknown but promising motor city vale. Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 26: Slick Flick Pick: Clint's Finger Gun and his Unforeseen Son (Gran Torino, 2008) *2nd in Clint's Film Gamut Series* Today, we'll discuss-- the colossally chasmic difference between being retired and expired, how one cantankerous, yet capable man drinks his beer out of a can, but bottles up his discontentment,  why a finger pistol can be as deceptively dangerous and effective as a real one and, despite Walt's unrelenting stream of vocalized slurs, his 1972 fast back polished grand Gran Torino still godd*** purrs. - Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet and Brother Clint  P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.