I've just come back from seeing Letters From Iwo Jima on the big screen, and can say upon initial reflection that it's yet another tremendous tally on Eastwood's "filmmaking by numbers" formula, quite a nice addition to an oeuvre consisting of over-hyped, over-long, ultra-ordinary treatments of interesting, sometimes fascinating concepts.

Eastwood's films are bland to the point that I come from them feeling rather hateful, towards this film, every other film, and people in general.

While we're at it, or while I'm in this inarticulate mood, I can't fucking stand Hotel Rwanda. What a big fucking joke of a film.