Clint Eastwood lured me out last night, breaking my more than two-month streak of non-moviegoing, which has to be some kind of a record for me.  I watched High Plains Drifter on the big screen, the way Clint Eastwood westerns need to be seen.  The movie seemed very much like Unforgiven, twenty years earlier.  An added bonus was seeing Paul Brinegar–Wishbone from Rawhide–as the bartender.