Don't do yourself a disservice and subject you and your loved ones to this cinematic fiasco

Rating: 1/10 (31 May 2009)

I am appalled at the positive reception this film has received on this site. This movie was easily the worst Clint Eastwood film I have ever seen, and it is competing for a top spot in the worst generally.
Please note that the following criticisms might contain some small spoilers.
The dialogue for the film breaks down fairly simply: Mr. Eastwood grunts, coughs up blood, utters a racial slur, or asks for beer, for at least, and this is not an exaggeration, 50% of his screen time.
No, it is not a deep illustration of a man torn apart by war experience and racial hate; it is very, very, extraordinarily bad writing.
None of the characters in Gran Torino even hint at having a 3rd dimension. The movie proceeds as though Mr. Eastwood wrote the script at 3 AM in the backseat of his car. It is impossible to recall one moment of this film that was not clichéd, preachy, or so comically simplistic as to leave the viewer struggling to appreciate Gran Torino on even an ironic level.
One even gets the feeling that the producers, and even Mr. Eastwood himself, were aware that the movie amounts to little more than an expensive mistake. SPOILER At the very end, when the posthumous voice of the protagonist (for whose death I was beyond grateful) pipes in singing 'Gran Torino,' I entered a fit of laughing that held me and my companions for at least 10 minutes after the credits had finished.
Watching this film is a lot like having your angry, old, war-veteran great uncle beat you over the head with a piece of raw meat. There is a slight chance you could find it sort of funny, but in all likelihood, the emotional scarring will be permanent.