There are two competing theses within my review of Gran Torino. On the one hand, I claim that Clint Eastwood has made an effort to do more than the same old shoot-em-up Westerns, and that he should be commended for exploring outside of his personal, heavily typecast bubble. This argument essentially forms the backbone of why someone should bother seeing the film. On the other hand, the majority of analysis in the review is given over to how similar Gran Torino is, in plot structure and character development, to one of Eastwood's old Westerns.
Further discussion of the film has led me to see that there is much more corroboration between the film and the judgment that Gran Torino is effectively a Western-style film transposed into a different time and place. I would rectify the conflict within my theses by eliminating the first one and focusing more diligently on the duality of criticism and praise Eastwood deserves for not really doing anything new, but nevertheless doing it well.
Because of this discrepancy, along with a few other ambiguous wanderings within my review and the lack of a strong lede, this review deserves a B.
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