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Sunday, February 27, 2005 I'd ask Clint Eastwood to go for a couple of beers and congratulate him for winning his second Oscar for directing, but because that would be like asking a septuagenarian to climb the Alps, or an amputee giving me a piece of his mind via his middle finger, or asking David Blaine to raise the dea... nevermind that..., I'd blog about it instead. Clint Eastwood films are, inspite of the usual tragic undertow, distinctly quiet. No post-effects flamboyance. No sweeping score. Just honest storytelling. I'll leave the blow-by-blow skinny to the bonafide cineastes.So here's to you, Mr. Eastwood, Oscar or no Oscar. You are living proof that so many good things can come from doing things in the last minute. .
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