Whatever the achievements of The Bridges of Madison County (and they aren't to be sneezed at), there's a strong temptation to credit Eastwood with resuscitating the star system, the Hollywood tearjerker, and classical mise en scene (as I've done in my own capsule review). Yet at best he's performing yeoman service on a so-so adaptation of a lousy novel, plunking his customary persona in the middle of it as if that were all it needed to achieve greatness.
Jonathan Rosenbaum
junio 23, 1995