A duster, a squint, and you sold me.
I vividly remember an early teaser trailer in 1992 for this very-deserving Oscar winner, a coming attraction special which began with our granite-hewed hero standing with his back to the camera.
Then he turned and shot us the kind of glare he specializes in, one which turns knees to jelly and sets off fireworks in the brain.
“Clint Eastwood is … Unforgiven.”
Bam. That’s all it took to sell a nation on the Western swan song of a sagebrush legend.
The film was dang near flawless, and the advertising was spot-on.
Poetry, really.
