My philosophy is basically this (and this is something that I live by, and I always have, and I always will): don’t ever, for any reason, do anything to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what, no matter where, or who, or who you are with, or where you are going, or where you’ve been, ever, for any reason, whatsoever…
– Michael Scott
Some people may not realize that Clint Eastwood is a badass. I know this to be true, but I’m basing this solely on his portrayal of a retired gunslinger in “Unforgiven.” He wrestles with hogs, cures their ailments, and raises his kids, all after having been reformed by his departed wife. And yet, there’s more to him than that. He’s laconic in a “I know I could best you but I don’t need to prove it right now” kind of way, and he has a stone face that you could feel glaring at you even if the room were pitch black. He’s comical, but at the same time extremely fierce, and he’s not limited by false perceptions of perfection.
Still, he is not above falling back into some of his old habits. If that means he gets to kill the narcissistic, abusive sheriff or the whore-cuttin’ cowboys, then he’ll do it, and we’ll watch, but he doesn’t want us to enjoy it. He knows what his shortcomings mean to his character: they define him as a person and condemn him at the same time. Everything about him that is exceptional is hauntingly despicable, and he acknowledges that.
So here’s to you, Clint Eastwood’s fictional character and/or Clint Eastwood himself. Because I have little doubt that the real Clint Eastwood is a full embodiment of his on-screen personas.