Slow. Very slow. Mediocre at best until the last 20 minutes when Clint becomes the Clint we all know and love. Up to that point, wow. Half blind lying punk supposed to be killer couldn't hit his ass with both hands, black guy who can only think about sex because he has been away from his wife for almost 12 hours and absolutely must have a whore this very minute. I was at home watching and when Freeman starts questioning Clint on his sex life and whether or not he jerks off, well I was uncomfortable for him. Hackman played a good role, of course, playing an asshole is easy for one. Everything else was just weak. I have heard more than one person say either this was Eastwood's best as a director, or best western ever made. I say no way to both.
Review of Unforgiven
