By the time he started directing his own feature films in the early 1970s, Clint Eastwood had already established his trademark 'Man with No Name' screen persona. From his directorial debut onward, it's as if Eastwood used his ability to helm his own projects as a deliberate attempt to undermine the qualities that people knew him for. This tough guy wanted to show the whole world that he too could be vulnerable; he had a sensitive side.Coming off the heels of his wonderful departure in "Bronco Billy", a film about a band of misfits living in the myth of the old West (I pretend "Firefox" doesn't exist), Eastwood continued to make another left turn in his career with "Honkytonk Man". Eastwood plays Red Stovall, a small time country singer with a bigger alcohol problem in Depression era Oklahoma. At the start of the film, Red literally crashes into his sister's farm in the middle of a dust storm. After settling in, he reveals an audition opportunity at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, and before too long, is on the road to Tennessee with his nephew Whit and his grandfather-in-law played by longtime character actor John McIntire (he played the sheriff in "Psycho").Whit is the extension of the audience, and this is as much his story as it is Red's. The majority of the film plays like a coming-of-age road movie, with the usual plot devices you might find in such a piece. On the surface, the whole work initially comes off as a vanity project, considering Whit is played by Eastwood's own adolescent son Kyle. He isn't horrible, drifting from scene to scene with his wide-eyed freckle face. Eastwood's singing voice is worse. I've never seen the 1969 western musical "Paint Your Wagon" that featured him singing, and I was surprised to learn that he cut a novelty album in the early 1960s during the height of his "Rawhide" television fame. In "Honkytonk Man", it just sounds like he's whispering while singing and it makes the premise of a prestigious musical audition hard to believe.The film's greatest virtue is McIntire as the Grandpa, a role originally offered to James Stewart. While I don't want to imagine how wonderful that casting would have been, McIntire pulls a career best performance, and disappears before the final act without much of an explanation, hindering the impact of the final section of the film. In one of the film's most poignant moments, Whit and his Grandpa stare out into the Oklahoma wilderness right after setting out on the road. McIntire's character reminisces about the long gone promised land that Oklahoma was during the 1890s land lotteries. Now, during the Great Depression, that promised land is California, but all he wants is to return home to Tennessee. Whit encourages him to remain hopeful, but McIntire recognizes the limits of his old age, and the fact that the Oklahoma dream never panned out like he thought it would. "It's all turned to dust," he exclaims regrettably.McIntire is "Honkytonk Man"'s greatest asset, and after the film arrives at its destination and its focus shifts back to the relationship of uncle Red and his nephew Whit, it turns into a well-meaning cringe-fest. Fans of old time country music or Depression era dramas will find a lot to like about this film. If you don't like sentimental Eastwood, then spend the two hours watching a "Dirty Harry" sequel instead.

"Honkytonk Man" is like a dust sandwich... it's like being sucker-punched by a theme-park cowboy in Pioneer Town and lying on the ground while he pours Luke-warm Dr. Pepper on your face... it's like having to listen to a toothless old man with a guitar ramble on about days gone by, telling bold-faced lies and forgetting the lyrics to popular songs...Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little, but not by much. Clint Eastwood stars in and directs this coma-paced country/western daydream without any sense of plot, or urgency, or tension. Or humor.Clint plays Red Stovall, a country singer stricken with tuberculosis, except as usual, Clint is really just playing Clint, only this time he has a guitar. The movie floats from one vague encounter to another without any highs or lows or emotional significance. Clint plays a bad ass, then a balladeer, then a good ol' boy, then a bandit, without ever connecting any of the dots. The movie looks like it's stitched together from deleted scenes from Clint's other movies. That's not a compliment.The movie is a long, dry, musty road trip through the Depresson-Era dust bowl. And guess what?!? Grandpa's coming along for the ride! (That should liven things up.) I can't remember any movie ever seeming more LONELY... none of the actors elicit any kind of emotional response. Verna Bloom pops up to alert us that she's still lactating in her mid-forties, and Alexa Kenin is the bangable pubescent we'd all love to find in the trunk of our car.Other than that there's nothing going on here. I can't imagine what drove Clint to make this film, or how he could possibly justify its two hour-plus runtime. I'd prefer the sucker punch and Dr. Pepper.GRADE: D+

Honkytonk: a cheap disreputable nightclub or dance hall.This is part of a 3-for-1 DVD set of Eastwood "B" movies.Clint Eastwood is Red Stovall, a drunkard who writes songs and sings country, with an ambition to become famous. His co-star here is his own son, 15-year-old Kyle Eastwood as his nephew Whit. After setting up the premise, most of the movie becomes a road trip with Whit driving, and the two of them making their best efforts to get to Memphis without money, and with a car prone to breaking down.I found it mildly enjoyable, but certainly not one of the better Clint Eastwood movies. I was surprised that he has a rather pleasant singing voice, although a bit soft, not very powerful.It was good seeing Barry Corbin, 'Maurice' of "Northern Exposure."SPOILERS. Red was also sick, apparently suffering from TB. When he would sing too much, he would start coughing and spit up blood. Before he died, he made it to Memphis, where a studio recorded all his songs. He may have become famous after he died.

Despite almost every critic I've read, I think this is a real gem by Clint Eastwood. A honest, sensitive effort in the road movie tradition. The minor tone, the naive sequences soothe Red Stovall's journey to his fate. The movie also displays a touching view of the depression era in USA. Like animated Roy Emerson Stryker's pictures the photography is remarkable as well as the sound track. I've learned about lots of singers and musicians that recorded only to give a final testimony of their art. I guess stories like these deserved a movie like Honkytonk Man. Long life to Clint, one of the most underrated talents not only in Hollywood but in the rest of the world.