On Saturday, Dixie and I had a second opportunity to see Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino, a film about bitter, retired autoworker, his Gran Torino, and the disappearance of his old neighbourhood.
(Spoilers ahead: if you don’t want this film ruined for you, stop reading. Just take this and run with it: I give it 4 out of 5 stars and highly recommend it.)
At first the movie seemed like just another redemptive/coming-of-age story–something that would fall into a similar category as The Man Without a Face. But as the story progressed I was drawn in. The conclusion to the film…er…saved, if you will, the rest of the story.
I don’t want to turn this film into a sermon, but there is a definite redemptive arc to the film. In the end, Clint Eastwood’s character takes what you might call the “third way” to deal with the core problem of violence in the story and becomes a Christ-figure (quite literally, in terms of imagery).
Sorry of that ruins the movie for you. It’s quite popular these days to find Christian imagery in movies and sometimes it’s annoying, but it was unmistakable in this film, and I’m usually the last one to catch this sort of thing.
Plus, I cried a couple of tears at the end of the film. If I hadn’t choked the rest of them back, it may have turned into sobs.
4 out of 5 stars. Highly recommended.