Too late to figure it out

Maybe Cry Macho is just a big fuck you wave by Clint Eastwood. Oh the irony if after decades of ground-breaking masterpieces both as a director and an actor (Dirty Harry, Unforgiven, The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, High Plains Drifter, In the Line of Fire and so on) his swangsong is a boring two-cent story of a former rodeo star, a rooster and a Mexican teenager. Cry Macho is just fucken terrible and can't decide if it's a thriller, a drama, a road movie or a romantic film.