Machismo, Clint and a Film Legacy

Upon the release of Cry Macho, a critic might be tempted to speak with finality about the career of Clint Eastwood: THIS will be his last hurrah as actor or director. But three years ago, when Eastwood starred as The Mule, surely THAT was going to be his last time in front of the camera? And at the age of 89, when Richard Jewell premiered, one might have spoken with confidence that it would be Eastwood’s last directorial effort. So, pardon me if I choose not to take the sucker’s bet and view Eastwood’s latest film as the cherry on top of a long career. It’s 1979 in Texas and Eastwood’s Mike Milo is a worn-out rodeo star whose boss, Howard Polk, keeps him on the payroll more out of pity than necessity.

Pitchers and Belly-itchers: A Baseball Story

When you put on a pair of stirrups, you feel like a baseball player. The toe-less and heel-less socks make a loop underneath your foot. It’s not just a piece of stretchy fabric. That loop stretches through time and space to connect you with George Brett and Wade Boggs and Jackie Robinson and Mickey Mantle. These days, major leaguers consider them passé.