the film, for all its endearing oddities, suggests that old doesn't need to be cured, only worked through with as much grace and equanimity as possible. And as much verve as available
the film achieves the nourishing simplicity of a fable, and its devotion to the quotidian elements of mythical small-town western life is nearly religious
the director's latest film, is an inert disappointment; "Cry Macho" is dogged by a slack pace and an inertness that overwhelms, scene after scene of nothing, not a funny line or a moving moment or an unresolved conflict, just nothing
it's great to see Eastwood back in the saddle in a few scenes in which he breaks some wild mustangs and teaches Rafael how to ride, but "Cry Macho" has us crying uncle long before the underwhelming conclusion
formulaic and fatigued; this is a story so crusty and antiquated in its conveniently resolved conflicts, contrivances and drippy sentimentality that it should have been left on the shelf
Clint Eastwood unconvincing in thinly stretched "Cry Macho"; Eastwood's grit is still intact but here it's in service of a so-so story full of unearned emotions
"Cry Macho" may be fond and foolish in equal measure, but it has a few grace notes to remember, in addition to a fine gallery of images of Eastwood in silhouette, at dusk, against a big sky, alone with his thoughts
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