Clint Eastwood

This vehicle—the cinematic equivalent of a supermarket paperback—plays like the best-ever episode of Matlock rather than a truly distinguished feature film.

Million Dollar Baby makes the line between subtle and obvious seem finer than it is, and delivers its one-two punches Old-Hollywood-style.

Broyles and Haggis redundantly hammer home the same point in scene after scene...while fail[ing] in 132 minutes fully to breathe life into their triad of reluctant heroes.

Unfortunately, Letters shares with Flags an awkward flashback structure and a patronizing tone.

You have a rendezvous with Dirty Harry's 62-year-old ass! And if you don't know what that means, you'd better figure it out!

His saddle bag is a mixed one, though Pale Rider still has the touch of quality associated with latter-day Eastwood.

A fascinating true-crime story, elegant period detail, and Clint Eastwood's consummate filmmaking technique mask [that]...Changeling lacks enough grit and intellect to convert moody melodrama into thoughtful drama.

Ham-handed...makes Afterschool Specials look like Ibsen.

The sublime film music, now-iconic situations (like the climactic ghost town shootout), and sure visual style add up to a pitch-perfect genre pic that ongoingly influences generations of hip filmmakers.

Despite hewing fairly closely to the facts, has trouble seeming truthful. Practically everyone behaves like an allegorical symbol rather than a person, a problem the script anticipates and acknowledges but only feebly attempts to solve.

A straight-ahead, old-school action movie for war-espionage junkies.

The one in which Clint Eastwood gets raped...

A strange but mostly satisfying hybrid of WWII actioner and anti-war satire...

Though the story is pat...there's pleasure to be had in the memorable one-liners, the irreverent humor...and the Western action against the backdrop of frontier scenery.

Despite the odd sharp observation, somehow J. Edgar comes off like the Max Fischer Players' production of Serpico...

Tells the tale of an escaped convict and his eight-year-old hostage and, in the process, considers the cycles of disappointment wrought on sons by questionable fathers: abusive ones, absent ones, even a well-meaning 'daddy state.'

Neither theatrical fish nor cinematic foul...literalized on film, the theatrical reduction of the [Four Seasons]’s story has an anemic complexion.

Iraq warrior biopic American Sniper, about the late Navy SEAL sniper Chris Kyle, affords Eastwood another opportunity to wrestle with the way of the gun, but one that gets mired in military hero worship.

The so-called 'untold story' is essentially nonsense...The struggle is real for screenwriter Todd Komarnicki...