Dirty Harry’s back! Talk about a chip off the old block; young Scott Eastwood is the spitting image of dad, Clint.
Granted, a slightly more corn-fed chip. More all-American, less mysterious, probably more Hollywood brattish. “I'll stroll into male modeling, then seamlessly segue into movie stardom,” he’s probably been thinking since age 12 (who wouldn’t?). Lacks the original, hard-eyed, glinty Clint-squint and snake-hide voice. In the nomenclature of the current men’s movement, Clint’s got more warrior, Scott’s got more lover.
Nevertheless! Scott’s very Clinty! We very much enjoy the Eastwood brand. Perfectly suited for cowboys and rugged ranchers; the Clint-clan wears the hat well—they pull off the scruffbeard-with-cheroot combo most excellently.
