We went into Gran Torino with high hopes. What could be better than a Clint Eastwood movie on a Tuesday evening? Honestly, almost anything.
Gran Torino is about a Korean war veteran Walt Kowalski (Clint Eastwood) who, after losing his wife, chooses to remain in his traditionally white, American neighborhood despite the changing demographics. Not only is he extremely unfriendly to his Hmong neighbors, he is racist towards them. Fending off constant visits and morale support from his young Catholic priest (Christopher Carley), Walt spends most of his days on his porch drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon, playing with his dog Daisy, and groaning. He groans at least once each scene. One night, the local Hmong gang comes to take his neighbor Thao (Bee Vang) after Thao failed to fulfill an initiation prank (steal Walt's Gran Torino). Walt, believing the safety of his prized vehicle in jeopardy, threatens the gang first with a pretend shotgun molded by the shape of his fingers and then with a real shotgun. The gang leaves and as a result, Thao, his family and the Hmong community revere Walt as a hero. At the insistence of Thao's older sister Sue (Ahney Her), he befriends the two teenagers. Eventually, the Hmong gang led by Thao's cousin seeks its revenge and the movie culminates with the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice.
If you're expecting an Oscar-worthy drama, go home. This movie is an exercise in bad acting and suffers from a terrible screenplay. There is little character development and the story is predictable. That said, Gran Torino does have some entertainment value. Walt's racism prevents him from ever learning the proper Hmong names. Instead, he refers to Thao as "Toad" and Thao's love interest Youa as "Yum Yum." The movie is littered with racial slurs and stereotypes. Once we realized that Walt was full of shit, we began to enjoy the movie a bit more, but not enough. We don't recommend it; we don't even have a sandwich for it.
Perhaps our opinion of Gran Torino was tainted by that particular movie going experience. We chose to sit in the balcony for this movie. While the height of the balcony seemed exciting, it seriously diminished our legroom. Also, it gave us the false impression that we were actually closer to the screen. We tried and tried to hit the screen with our popcorn kernels, but to no avail (we only recommend this if there are less than 5 people in the theatre). In addition, the boys sitting behind us took off their shoes as soon as the movie began. Never have we smelled something so putrid. They claimed the smell came from their "skank Nachos and hotdog," we advised them otherwise. Their only redeeming factor was that they also hated the movie. Like paranoid and psycholtic germophobes, we hid our noses in our sweatshirts to try our best to sieve out the feet stench. If the movie underwent some judicious editing and about 3/4 of it was wiped out, the experience may have been more a bit more pleasant and we wouldn't have had to act like Howard Hughes.
Gran Torino is about a Korean war veteran Walt Kowalski (Clint Eastwood) who, after losing his wife, chooses to remain in his traditionally white, American neighborhood despite the changing demographics. Not only is he extremely unfriendly to his Hmong neighbors, he is racist towards them. Fending off constant visits and morale support from his young Catholic priest (Christopher Carley), Walt spends most of his days on his porch drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon, playing with his dog Daisy, and groaning. He groans at least once each scene. One night, the local Hmong gang comes to take his neighbor Thao (Bee Vang) after Thao failed to fulfill an initiation prank (steal Walt's Gran Torino). Walt, believing the safety of his prized vehicle in jeopardy, threatens the gang first with a pretend shotgun molded by the shape of his fingers and then with a real shotgun. The gang leaves and as a result, Thao, his family and the Hmong community revere Walt as a hero. At the insistence of Thao's older sister Sue (Ahney Her), he befriends the two teenagers. Eventually, the Hmong gang led by Thao's cousin seeks its revenge and the movie culminates with the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice.
If you're expecting an Oscar-worthy drama, go home. This movie is an exercise in bad acting and suffers from a terrible screenplay. There is little character development and the story is predictable. That said, Gran Torino does have some entertainment value. Walt's racism prevents him from ever learning the proper Hmong names. Instead, he refers to Thao as "Toad" and Thao's love interest Youa as "Yum Yum." The movie is littered with racial slurs and stereotypes. Once we realized that Walt was full of shit, we began to enjoy the movie a bit more, but not enough. We don't recommend it; we don't even have a sandwich for it.
Perhaps our opinion of Gran Torino was tainted by that particular movie going experience. We chose to sit in the balcony for this movie. While the height of the balcony seemed exciting, it seriously diminished our legroom. Also, it gave us the false impression that we were actually closer to the screen. We tried and tried to hit the screen with our popcorn kernels, but to no avail (we only recommend this if there are less than 5 people in the theatre). In addition, the boys sitting behind us took off their shoes as soon as the movie began. Never have we smelled something so putrid. They claimed the smell came from their "skank Nachos and hotdog," we advised them otherwise. Their only redeeming factor was that they also hated the movie. Like paranoid and psycholtic germophobes, we hid our noses in our sweatshirts to try our best to sieve out the feet stench. If the movie underwent some judicious editing and about 3/4 of it was wiped out, the experience may have been more a bit more pleasant and we wouldn't have had to act like Howard Hughes.
Fast forward 3 hours. The movie ends and Peach and Flo are jumping for joy. So excited to rid themselves of Gran Torino, (not excited to leave their HTT though), they emerge into the frozen New York tundra when Flo notices that she has lost her gloves!!! Her favorite gloves. Trying our best to run away from our Gran Torino experience and everything associated with it, we realize that we must suck it up and return to the balcony and search the tight crevices for the gloves. Alas, alack, our search was to no avail. The gloves were not there. But where could they have possibly gone.........we will spare you the details, but we found them in the nearby grocery store.