I honestly never expected this movie to be as bloody hilarious as it was. There's just something endearing and genuinely funny about watching an 80 year old Clint Eastwood yell at kids to get off his lawn while being as racist as possible. It even comes to the point where the other characters in the film get used to Clint's constant stream of racial slurs and everyone sits around and has a good laugh about it. I absolutely love how the themes are never allowed to become preachy and self indulgent nor are matters allowed to become depressing which is definitely something to be said for a movie about a lonely old guy whose wife is dead. I didn't find Gran Torino to be particularly powerful as a dramatic piece, at least not in the same way or to the same degree as The Wrestler, but Clint, with his squinty stare and lack of jaw movement, manages to keep things from getting completely out of the realm of drama, if only just barely.