Clint Eastwood is more than an actor at 91; he’s an institution, a rock, a foundation stone. Cry Macho, a film of such pure basic Clint-ness that it feels in some ways like a summary of his entire career, as well as a requiem for it, carries that granite squint — and all its history — with it. The story itself is pure Western pulp, with banditos, lost dreams, and femme fatales galore. However, watching him play the cowboy once more feels like its own form of collective connected remembering: a bygone vision of masculinity whose template he not only embodied on screen for decades, but also half-invented in the first place.
The first thing to know about Cry is that it has a nearly 50-year history, with stars like Arnold Schwarzenegger, Roy Scheider, and even Clint Eastwood, who passed on the part in the late 1980s. The second thing to know is that Macho is also the name of a chicken, specifically a cherished rooster held by the 12-year-old youngster Eastwood’s Mike Milo, a washed-up Texas ranch hand and rodeo cowboy, has been dispatched to Mexico City to retrieve. Though it’s more akin to a state-sanctioned kidnapping: Howard (Dwight Yoakam), his old boss, hasn’t seen his estranged son in years, but he wants to reclaim him from his abusive father. IMDB