In Gran Torino, Clint Eastwood proves he can still glare down the barrel of a gun with the best of 'em at the ripe old age of 78. Let's raise a shaky glass to those other codgers who refuse to age without a fight. By Eric Alt
Mick was so crusty, he could have been toasted and served with jam. The snarling little ringside prick not only berates walking pork loin Rocky Balboa for three movies, he practically takes on Clubber Lang himself in Rocky III. You know if Mick didn't have a janky ticker he'd have killed that loudmouth to death inside of three rounds.
