First of all, I am a big sucker for racial-harmony-pictures, so Invictus got me right here. I donâ€™t know that I see the magic of Clint Eastwood, as most reviewers seem to trip all over themselves to compliment his films. Heâ€™s not exactly a subtle guy (Million Dollar Baby, Gran Torino â€“ all exercises in explicit, simplistic plays for audience sympathy, no offense), but sometimes, he manipulates me in a way that feels oh-so-right, and I will say that his filmmaking does seem to get considerably less clunky with each foray. And with this picture (which is about Nelson Mandelaâ€™s first steps into presidency and making the rugby team the pride of the country), I saw for the first time how sports can play a role in community identity and pride and Eastwood’s rugby scenes captured my attention (in a way real sports never can). Plus, since I know Mandela was never assassinated at a rugby match, I could just sit and relax and enjoy the picture, which was really nice.