Clint plays (himself) as Earl Stone, a 90-year old horticulturist who traveled around and lived it up while alienating his wife and daughter - but somehow not his granddaughter? He goes out of business and is destitute. (Was he supposed to work to 100?) A random guest at his daughter's pre-nuptial asks him out of the blue to be a drug mule, since Earl mentions he has a perfect driving record. Okay, but do folks drive better as they age? No hidden compartments, just toss the drugs in the bed with his golf clubs. After a few runs he has enough to buy his house out of foreclosure, a $70K pickup and fixing up the local VFW. No one wonders where all this money came from? The cartel doesn't warn him about being so ostentatious?
Meanwhile a parallel story about DEA agents tracking the cartel stays parallel for way too long. Clint gets to show he's out of touch with no texting, and the 'dykes on bikes' and 'Negro spare tire' scenes. It's the same old man humor from recent Eastwood film. A couple scenes are WTH, including the cartel boss - who somehow appreciates Clint's orneriness - gets offed. Worst is when Earl stops in the middle of nowhere to inspect his load for the first time - why? - and when he turns around there's a trooper with a drug sniffing dog. Earl fends off the dog's scent using Brylcreme. Where did he learn that? These runs are paying way too much considering it's all domestic drives. No real action, just lots of driving while Clint sings along to old tunes on the radio. Why does the cartel tail him the whole way on one run? That's not suspicious!
Earl tries to use his new wealth to reconnect with his family. Meanwhile he's randy enough at 90 for two sessions with two hookers each. Clint being Clint! He misses a drop to attend his ex-wife's funeral, and both the cartel and DEA close in. Eventually the DEA closes in and he's busted. Oddly the family forgives him, again despite how he gained the money. Daughter's line after the verdict that "At least we'll know where you are." was painful. Cut to Earl growing day lilies in prison.
There's some real message here about how invisible the elderly are in our society, but it's lost in Clint's total package control. His old man run should have stopped with Gran Torino.
Meanwhile a parallel story about DEA agents tracking the cartel stays parallel for way too long. Clint gets to show he's out of touch with no texting, and the 'dykes on bikes' and 'Negro spare tire' scenes. It's the same old man humor from recent Eastwood film. A couple scenes are WTH, including the cartel boss - who somehow appreciates Clint's orneriness - gets offed. Worst is when Earl stops in the middle of nowhere to inspect his load for the first time - why? - and when he turns around there's a trooper with a drug sniffing dog. Earl fends off the dog's scent using Brylcreme. Where did he learn that? These runs are paying way too much considering it's all domestic drives. No real action, just lots of driving while Clint sings along to old tunes on the radio. Why does the cartel tail him the whole way on one run? That's not suspicious!
Earl tries to use his new wealth to reconnect with his family. Meanwhile he's randy enough at 90 for two sessions with two hookers each. Clint being Clint! He misses a drop to attend his ex-wife's funeral, and both the cartel and DEA close in. Eventually the DEA closes in and he's busted. Oddly the family forgives him, again despite how he gained the money. Daughter's line after the verdict that "At least we'll know where you are." was painful. Cut to Earl growing day lilies in prison.
There's some real message here about how invisible the elderly are in our society, but it's lost in Clint's total package control. His old man run should have stopped with Gran Torino.
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