Today’s topic is the body of work I’d like to call: “Clint Eastwood’s second act.” The films that came after the roles we grew up with—the TV show cowboy, the Spaghetti Western star, the Dirty Harry years. But calling the films that Eastwood has made in this century his “second act” may be inaccurate. It’s probably best to call them the product of his fifth or sixth act. And who knows how many more he has in him.