How many Clint Eastwood’s does it take to shoo a bunch of punk kids off ya front lawn? One, of course, because nobody plays a crotchety old bastard quite like Clint. In Gran Torino Eastwood’s body and acting talents merge into perfect, cantankerous cinematic unison: those squinty, wizened, seen-it-all eyes; that course, weather-beaten, battle-scarred fought-in-Korea [...]