By Eleanor Ringel Cater
The last time Clint Eastwood tried to make up for the implied homophobia in his Dirty Harry character, it was a stumbling, ineffective adaptation of “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” (though, to give Clint a break, the book is stumbling, ineffective and false, false, false in its claim to be non-fiction).
A more mellow, more awarded, more experienced Eastwood has another go at it with “J. Edgar,” his ambitious, richly filmed and ultimately unsatisfying take on J. Edgar Hoover, the founder and, for almost 50 years, head of the FBI.
What Eastwood and his star, Leonardo DiCaprio, try to do is reconcile the at-odds aspects of Hoover’s character.
