I recently saw an old movie I’d never seen before: The Outlaw Josey Wales. I had little expectation going in, remembering that it received a lot of negative press at the time of its original 1976 release for its supposed glorification of both violence and Clint Eastwood’s grubby, brooding, laconic, and near psychopathic anti-hero, Josey Wales.
Well, they weren’t lying about the body count, but I was surprised to find a genuinely poignant film happening before my eyes. Now I want to see it again, to see if my eyes were deceiving me.
I will add only this: I don’t know whether there’s a God, but if there is, He spends his free time trying to sound like John Vernon.