The Mule

If there had also been a lot of smoking in this movie, it would definitely have been Jaroslav Kubera's favorite film. The most annoying thing about the film is that it tries to sell itself as the outsider story of an old fart in a present incomprehensible to him, doing so at a time when social demands under the banner of the winning slogan "Make America Great Again" call for exactly these types of characters and roles. Not to mention how much the semi-dead and nearly immobile Eastwood, relishing in spouting controversial minority epithets, which he qualifies as his right given his advanced age, resembles that unfortunate creature in our country sitting in Prague Castle. Who knows if it was more due to Schenk or to Eastwood, but the film's seemingly conciliatory toothlessness then permanently suggests that, while no one has anything against lesbians or blacks, a time when old grease monkeys begin losing their honest, sweat-stained jobs to the Internet is the same as a time in which it has become no longer desirable to call lesbians dykes and blacks negroes. So let's not be fooled for a second that this film doesn't do politics. You can try to retreat into comfortable escapism and get swept up in the story, but I don't recommend that either, because the film is not even able to exploit its plot holes for the sake of entertainment, but instead does exactly the opposite. The boring Pilcher-esque part with the late coming together of the family (yes, even featuring cancer) is annoying in itself. But if you have to keep thinking that none of this would have happened if a Mexican cartel had been so kind as to place a GPS tracker in the car carrying three kilos of coke for them, it's practically unbearable. It's unbearable even to mention the police work, which is actually based on information from a single informant. Fans of early Harmony Korine or Gaspar Noé will surely get what they came for in the scenes where the undead Eastwood, with the light already shining through his eyes from the other side, gets wild with the ladies. (19/06/2019)

The Mule doesn't rely on pure rawness and relentless depression like Gran Torino or Million Dollar Baby. Clint Eastwood's latest film has a fairly laid-back undertone, which, given the subject matter of smugglers and the cartel, might seem like a mistake, even an oxymoron, but the opposite is true. Clint manages to dance, sing and cackle like a young man on the cusp of 90, with a few kilos of drugs here and there. Besides the smuggling line, the film also focuses on family-relationship themes, and even though it plays on emotions at times, I still welcomed this level and didn't mind it. It's not Clint's masterpiece, but the film still thrills, entertains and moves, and that's what cinema is all about. And the icing on the cake is the absolutely superb cast. (21/03/2019)

A slow, old-school ride in the style of Gran Torino, in other words, the typical Eastwood signature of the new millennium. A story about family and life experiences from the mouth of a grumpy old man, this time with some drugs and cartels mixed in here in there. Eastwood, however, pulls it off with a refinement and grace all his own. It's nothing we haven't seen in many more animalistic and dramatic variations, but few can season it with such a dose of life experience and satirical insight. It's a pity there are so many great actors and so little room for their characters. Everything stands and falls on Eastwood, and maybe that's a bit of a shame. Plus for Andy Garcia, aka the man with the golden gun. (15/04/2019)

Without the necessary dramatic drive, The Mule is a lukewarm cup of afternoon tea. Interesting thanks only to Eastwood’s personality and his old man of questionable character who, as a husband, dad and grandpa, tries to improve the relationships in his family. This level does not bring forth anything powerful, much less original, and the thriller plotline focused on smuggling looks nicely oldschool, but it doesn’t captivate. The villains are not scary enough, and we are not that worried about our “hero” being imperiled by them. Maybe because almost no one in his story would really miss him. (24/12/2018)

An honest farewell picture about a florist who realizes in the end that family is more important than work. In terms of plot, this is a classic rise-and-fall story, but with the title role played by 90-year-old Clint, who thoroughly enjoys himself. Mr. Charisma sees no problem in taking two hookers to his motel room or calling black people “niggers"; he just puts on his innocent old-man face and gets away with it. He has a good relationship with the boys from the cartel until they start to talk about efficiency and growth. He even learns how to write texts. Humorous sequences alternate incredibly naturally with suspenseful and downright sad ones. Old school. I have a clear retirement plan. (27/03/2019)