
He sits on his front porch chugging can after can of cheap beer in the company of his yellow Labrador, Daisy, watching the world at a safe distance with a squint and a stream of bitter commentary. Kept at bay, the remaining members of his family — including two sons with big houses, big cars, big waistlines — have no choice but to let him stew alone. Yet the rest of the world refuses,...despite his best efforts and grimace.
...No one seems a more unlikely (or reluctant) father,...a foulmouthed bigot with an unprintable epithet for every imaginable,...group. Growling — often literally, 'Grr, grr' — he resists,...overtures like a man under siege, walled in by years of suspicion, prejudice and habit.
Walt assumes his protector role gradually, a transformation that at first plays in an often broadly comic key."
-- Manohla Dargis, noticing Clint Eastwood understands more about the American masculine ideal than most of these so-called "men" (or "women") today can grasp - in a review of "Gran Torino" - from The New York Times.

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