by Chris Haire
I'm a diehard Clint Eastwood fan — as an actor, a director, and a icon of badassery.
I think The Outlaw Josey Wales and The Unforgiven are perhaps the two finest Western ever made.
I'm continually amazed that the 81-year-old director has released more noteworthy movies over the past decade than other far younger directors.
And I will stop to watch Any Which Way You Can anytime it's on TV, at least for a minute or two.
That said, I'm not sure what to make of Eastwood's Super Bowl commercial. Yes, it was inspiring, and it came close to achieving the same sort of emotional wallop that Eminem's 2011 ad did. But this whole "halftime in America" thing bothers me.
Forgive me for being literal, but if you actually think it's halftime in America, then, well, the United States has only got a little over 200 years left. I don't know about you, but I find that to be rather depressing. I've just always thought we could stick it out a bit longer than that.
In related news, we should be less pissed off about MIA's middlefinger and more pissed off by the fact that she's a no-talent novelty rapper.