There are some filmmakers who inspire you to look a little differently at your surroundings. David Lynch is one. Jodorowsky is another. And so too is Eastwood, whose films illuminate the poetry in the crappy offices, diners, lobbies, parks, and apartment buildings that surround us.
Richard Jewell thinks quick, works fast, and saves hundreds, perhaps thousands, of lives after a domestic terrorist plants several pipe bombs and they explode during a concert, only to be falsely suspected of the crime by sloppy FBI work and sensational media coverage.