Scott Eastwood fondly recalls father Clint’s no nonsense parenting:
“I had taken my younger sister, who was, like, 14, to this party. I left, maybe to go get beer with the guys. And I left her and I didn’t think about it at the time. Later, Dad found out that I’d left her there.”
Clint Eastwood, all six-foot-one of him, slammed his teenage son against a wall. He wrapped his sinewy hands around Scott’s throat. And then he punched him, square in the face.
“He popped me and said, ‘You don’t ever leave your sister at a party. EVER.’ And it was very old-school, very old-school of him. He wasn’t afraid. None of this new-age bullshit where you can’t even smack the kid because everyone’s afraid of being judged or whatever. That wasn’t the way that shit went down in that family… If you did something wrong, you were going to get punished. I learnt quickly – you don’t do that.”
And what riles Scott Eastwood?
“Complainers, whiny little fucking brats. You just really want to knock them out and be like, ‘You lucky, lucky, spoilt brat. You’re full of yourself. You’re so lucky, I would love nothing more than to knock you out, to show you how much of a little brat you’re being.”
“I just worked with an actor, a younger actor, you know, there were a few times I snapped on him. I said, ‘Get your arse over here! This is a job!’ And I could hear myself, after I said it, I could hear my father inside of me saying it, and I was like, ‘Oh my god, I’m turning into my father.’ You know, a lot of people aren’t raised like that anymore, where someone is able to put them in check and say, ‘Hey, stop acting like an arsehole, get over here, this is a fucking job.’ That’s how my Dad would’ve done it. There’s a little bit of that lacking in society today.”