"Mystic River" is a modern version of Greek tragedy.
The movie started with a horrifying distant memory, while the audience were forced to witness the ugliest human's sin. At this point, we all felt that something disturbing would happen down the road. Then Clint Eastwood skillfully and modestly switched the tone to a CSI-like milue where suspense and murder and all other crap began to unfold.
Eastwood knew how to tell a decent story. The intensity of the conflict and darkness of human nature kicked in while we were anxiously waiting to find out who is the killer. And then, the one and only twisted person (played by Tim Robbins) appeared to be the victim-turn-villain guy. Henceforth, the ill-fate character was slowly and helplessly crucified in front of the audience. It was like a silent bolt of shock and sadness piercing our hearts.
The film was so flawlessly made. We have to be ready to embrace the heaviness and melancholy of the tragic story and to figure out how dark we all can turn to be. And after that, we solute Eastwood:
This is by all means a masterpiece!
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