If I have to be up at midnight on Sunday for an unspecified work-related issue, at least I can flip back and forth between Unforgiven and The Outlaw Josey Wales and remind myself how lame I am to be living in the 21st century and not have a job that involves riding a horse and shooting people in the face for decorating their saloon with my friend.
I love Clint. Enough to forgive him for Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and Absolute Power, anyway.