Years ago, I was interviewed by a young person who asked me to name some of my favorite films. One I chose was Pale Rider, the 1985 Western starring Clint Eastwood as a mysterious figure who comes to the aid of a small mining camp. The interviewer had never heard of the film. I am not even sure if he knew much about Clint Eastwood, but I may have misunderstood his response.
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