This summer, my teenaged kids will spend a few weeks in a dark theater, rehearsing a musical with toe-tapping tunes but also themes including bullying, mental illness, child abuse, and revenge. Oh, with a little supernatural powers thrown in, and the worst prom ever.
As an historian of the American West, I confess that I stand in awe of Clint Eastwood’s body of work. He has crafted some of the most indelible images associated with that unending font of significance that Americans call “the frontier.”
