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To watch Clint Eastwood’s compromised gait in “Cry Macho” (2021) is to witness a man walk with one foot in the grave. But as the film’s theme song (which will undoubtedly be played at the Academy Awards) says, it’s never too late to find a new home. New homes, second chances – redemption – are the ideas that drive this film as director/star Eastwood heads to Mexico and back on a mission to deliver a son to his father (a Texas rancher played by Dwight Yoakum). Midway through, we can see the ending we desire, but will Clint let us have it?

Ever watch a thinly written, boring Western and feel like you’re watching a longish episode of a low-rated, late-1970s TV show instead of a 2021 movie? If you desire that feeling, spend some time with “Catch the Bullet.” A bank robber with a score to settle kidnaps the son of a legendary marshal and sets out for the badlands. Put-your-eye-out hijinks ensue. The entire no-name cast (except for Tom Skerritt) is in Energy Saver mode as they ride horses and/or walk and/or have boring conversations, or a combination of thereof. For variety, there’s cutaways to long shots of boring landscape.

I imagine someone took a Western short story, adapted it for the 1970s as a one-act play called “Shootout at the IRA Corral,” and mailed it to Martin Scorsese with a note saying, “Betcha can’t make a movie like Tarantino!” That’s how I imagine Scorsese ended up executive producing “Free Fire,” which made the 2016 international festival circuit and then bombed at the 2017 U.S. box office. I don’t care. It’s funny. It’s got Irish guys, a cute girl, a bunch of Buscemi-like weasels running around and a dude that looks like he just stepped off the set of “Argo.”