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Clint EastwoodScreenplay:
Nick SchenkCinematography:
Yves BélangerComposer:
Arturo SandovalCast:
Clint Eastwood, Bradley Cooper, Dianne Wiest, Taissa Farmiga, Michael Peña, Alison Eastwood, Andy Garcia, Laurence Fishburne, Clifton Collins Jr. (more)VOD (3)
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Eastwood stars as Earl Stone, a man in his 80s who is broke, alone, and facing foreclosure of his business when he is offered a job that simply requires him to drive. Easy enough, but, unbeknownst to Earl, he’s just signed on as a drug courier for a Mexican cartel. He does well—so well, in fact, that his cargo increases exponentially, and Earl is assigned a handler. But he isn’t the only one keeping tabs on Earl; the mysterious new drug mule has also hit the radar of hard-charging DEA agent Colin Bates. And even as his money problems become a thing of the past, Earl’s past mistakes start to weigh heavily on him, and it’s uncertain if he’ll have time to right those wrongs before law enforcement, or the cartel’s enforcers, catch up to him. (Warner Bros. US)
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If there had also been a lot of smoking in this movie, it would definitely have been Jaroslav Kubera's favorite film. The most annoying thing about the film is that it tries to sell itself as the outsider story of an old fart in a present incomprehensible to him, doing so at a time when social demands under the banner of the winning slogan "Make America Great Again" call for exactly these types of characters and roles. Not to mention how much the semi-dead and nearly immobile Eastwood, relishing in spouting controversial minority epithets, which he qualifies as his right given his advanced age, resembles that unfortunate creature in our country sitting in Prague Castle. Who knows if it was more due to Schenk or to Eastwood, but the film's seemingly conciliatory toothlessness then permanently suggests that, while no one has anything against lesbians or blacks, a time when old grease monkeys begin losing their honest, sweat-stained jobs to the Internet is the same as a time in which it has become no longer desirable to call lesbians dykes and blacks negroes. So let's not be fooled for a second that this film doesn't do politics. You can try to retreat into comfortable escapism and get swept up in the story, but I don't recommend that either, because the film is not even able to exploit its plot holes for the sake of entertainment, but instead does exactly the opposite. The boring Pilcher-esque part with the late coming together of the family (yes, even featuring cancer) is annoying in itself. But if you have to keep thinking that none of this would have happened if a Mexican cartel had been so kind as to place a GPS tracker in the car carrying three kilos of coke for them, it's practically unbearable. It's unbearable even to mention the police work, which is actually based on information from a single informant. Fans of early Harmony Korine or Gaspar Noé will surely get what they came for in the scenes where the undead Eastwood, with the light already shining through his eyes from the other side, gets wild with the ladies.
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The Mule doesn't rely on pure rawness and relentless depression like Gran Torino or Million Dollar Baby. Clint Eastwood's latest film has a fairly laid-back undertone, which, given the subject matter of smugglers and the cartel, might seem like a mistake, even an oxymoron, but the opposite is true. Clint manages to dance, sing and cackle like a young man on the cusp of 90, with a few kilos of drugs here and there. Besides the smuggling line, the film also focuses on family-relationship themes, and even though it plays on emotions at times, I still welcomed this level and didn't mind it. It's not Clint's masterpiece, but the film still thrills, entertains and moves, and that's what cinema is all about. And the icing on the cake is the absolutely superb cast.
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An honest farewell picture about a florist who realizes in the end that family is more important than work. In terms of plot, this is a classic rise-and-fall story, but with the title role played by 90-year-old Clint, who thoroughly enjoys himself. Mr. Charisma sees no problem in taking two hookers to his motel room or calling black people “niggers"; he just puts on his innocent old-man face and gets away with it. He has a good relationship with the boys from the cartel until they start to talk about efficiency and growth. He even learns how to write texts. Humorous sequences alternate incredibly naturally with suspenseful and downright sad ones. Old school. I have a clear retirement plan.
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Clint Eastwood is still in fine form at 88, both as a director and actor, and he's chosen a decently attractive subject, one of the oldest drug smugglers ever. Eastwood does a great job, dancing, drinking, having a threesome with two babes, moving drugs in huge quantities back and forth, and managing to properly wisecrack. The pair of agents, Bradley Cooper and Michael Peña, always on Clint's heels, are also very good. A very easy-going and enjoyable film that will entertain, thrill, move and put a smile on your face. Those who like Eastwood and films about cartels and drugs will not be disappointed. 80%
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Clint Eastwood is known for his slow-paced storytelling and I don’t think that it gets slower as he gets older. The atmosphere of The Mule is quite similar to Gran Torino’s and that was shot when he was 10 years younger. The only disadvantage of this movie is the fact that even after 30 minutes of watching you don’t get the feeling that the movie has any kind of inventive story. Despite this you will enjoy watching Clint during his rides across America. The fact that he is unbelievably naive shouldn’t be taken too seriously. There is something about this movie and the peace and confidence in his soul are almost unbelievable. And so it is hard for the audience to believe that he is almost 90 when he criss-crosses the never ending American highways in an American Jeep. Well, someone’s lucky…
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