The New York Film Festival
Click below for TONY's take on every title in this year's lineup.
Mon Sep 20 2010
Over the past two decades, Clint Eastwood has crafted a behind-the-camera career every bit as vigorous as his iconic onscreen work: Unforgiven, Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby, a pair of epic WWII movies—the guy can't seem to slow down. So it pains us to inform you that he finally has. An ill-advised dive into supernatural mumbo jumbo, Eastwood's latest is an unintentionally funny misfire, the first of his directorial efforts to make him feel culturally out of touch. (You sense this script would have been rejected by Brian De Palma circa The Fury.) Matt Damon grasps the hands of strangers and shudders with insight into their pasts and futures. Romantic elements—an Eastwood strength—are few and far between, and Damon rarely gets a chance to push his character into genuine humor, which would have helped. The festival's infuriating closing-night selection, Hereafter is for predisposed superfans only; you know who you are.—Joshua Rothkopf