I bumped into you once. Literally. Outside an art gallery in Carmel with George Rodrigue paintings that I wanted to see. You were much taller and much thinner in real life than you looked on screen.
It was cool being able to say I bumped into Clint Eastwood.
You went on with your life, thankfully, but I've often wondered if I jostled some sort of darkness loose in you. You began to make some beautiful, but incredibly dark and tragic movies.
I tried to like them just for their art, because they are unquestionably great art, but a girl can only take so many snapped necks, and wronged women and on and on and on.
Don't get me wrong - I love dark art. My favorite authors are Orwell and Hardy and Dostoevsky. I love Edward Gorey and Tim Burton.
But honey - these movies are DARK. You gotta cheer yourself UP with Dostoevsky after Million Dollar Baby or Unforgiven.
I've wanted to send you some Calvin and Hobbes, or maybe a calendar with pictures of bunnies on it, just in hopes of lightening you up a tad.
And then I watched Invictus last night.
What a spectacular, sunny and inspiring movie that was. The music was so beautiful. You even took the two potentially Eastwood scary moments and made them charming and funny. I didn't have to cover my face even one time, and I could sleep after it was over.
Clint, my friend - I do believe you have a blue sky somewhere inside that lanky frame. Thanks for letting us see a bit of it.
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Happy Father's Day to Clint Eastwood, my dad, brother, inlaws and all you other dads and accomplished actors, directors and people I've bumped into in another life...