Gran Torino: The Movie

For Clint Eastwood The Ford Gran Torino Sport represents continuity in a fright­ening time of change

Something is happening out there. It’s obvious that with the increasing envir­on­mental pressures facing the planet – and the regulatory regimes being put in place the world over to attempt to curtail the internal combustion engine’s contri­bution to climate change – that the meaning of the motor car is bound to change in people’s minds. But the rate of that change is what is truly astounding. While it is generally accepted by even the most rev-​​headed amongst us that unres­tricted emissions and V8s for everyone would mean a dirty, screwed up envir­onment for our children’s children, and that something must ultimately be done about it, the aesthetic of the powerful vehicle remains deeply rooted and celeb­rated. In fact, it seems that the more it becomes overly expensive, imprac­tical and (perhaps) unethical to use a partic­ulate spewing behemoth as your daily ride, the more these machines become trans­muted to the realms of the icon. The image of these icons however, in these twisted times, warps and shudders like a flame in the wind. In America muscle cars have always repres­ented a particular kind of youthful irrespons­ib­ility. Bursting with unashamed Detroit brawn, they were the sort of vehicles that helped sustain America’s idea of itself during the oil crises of the early seventies. But in Gran Torino, the latest box office hit from Clint Eastwood, the fastbacked speedster (and star of seventies cop series Starsky and Hutch) represents a simpler world, one that, we are led to presume, we should hanker after and at the same time be slightly ashamed of. Clint’s character is a Korean war veteran and an embittered ex auto worker. He keeps his green 1972 Gran Torino Sport (which he helped bring into the world) pristine and protected behind the doors of his garage, away from the streets of a neigh­bourhood wracked by what he perceives as untimely change and ethnic discord. When members of a local gang steals the car, all hell is unleashed. But what looks at first glimpse like Eastwood redis­cov­ering his anachron­istic Dirty Harry–ness turns out to be a sensitive, thought-​​provoking medit­ation on prejudice, change and the place of the motorcar in the American psyche. With workers in the Auto industry the world over being forced to look at their future more urgently than ever, the release is a timely piece of mind food with real relevance if you care about your cars.

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