Why did Schickel write this? After the Griffith book, he should have figured out he's better when he's not grinding axes. I couldn't believe how tedious, fawning, and dishonest the book is -- and I like Eastwood pretty well, although not as much as Schickel. Schickel projects some weird stuff on the guy, who doesn't come off as too smart! (Does Time still let Schickel review Eastwood's films?) I got a lot more out of Sondra Locke's book -- and she's got a screw loose!