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A vicious serial-killer is on the loose in San Francisco and the police trace a link to a small town further down the coast. When Harry Callahan upsets the press and the mayor in his usual style, he's shipped out of town to investigate while the heat is on. With the help of his new Magnum handgun Harry goes on the trail leaving behind the usual trail of dead criminals along the way. Written by
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While Harry is nailing up the targets, his shoulder holster has some sort of odd cross strap; as if someone in wardrobe just pieced it together. Moments later, while waiting for Horace to walk up on him, Harry's shoulder holster is the traditional Bianchi shoulder holster configuration - a single elastic strap around his right shoulder. See more »
[pressuring Alby to rape Jennifer]
Stick it Alby! Are you queer?
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As a Dirty Harry fan since the first one hit the cinemas in 1971, I somehow managed to miss this one until it was on TV last night. I thought the first one was great, the second was an interesting reversal of viewpoint, and the 3rd and 5th were adequate action thrillers.
So what of the 4th? I never shared Eastwood's fascination with Sondra Locke, and that's probably the reason why I never caught this movie until last night. So what did I find?
I found a rape/revenge movie which, when all was said and done, didn't need Harry Callahan in it at all.
I found Harry's activities pretty nearly exclusively limited to a) the usual falling out with authority (mostly plot-relevant) and b) the usual quasi-vigilante schtick - normally limited to a single encounter early on (viz, the diner in this movie) to establish character, but here repeated seemingly without end and with hardly any plot relevance.
I found a film full of unsympathetic characters.
I found an irritating unconvincing cackling psycho and an irritating unconvincing foul-mouthed dyke.
I found an irrelevant farting dog.
I found the usual atmospheric San Franciso locations replaced with a new but decidedly unatmospheric location, presumably 10 minutes down the road from Carmel so that Eastwood could nip home for lunch and Council meetings.
I found a great deal of unpleasantly misogynistic violence. And
I found Sondra Locke, who I didn't like any more in this film than I did in Josey Wales, Any Which Way 1 and 2, The Gauntlet, zzzzz.....
I'm glad Harry came back once more after this. The Dead Pool wasn't a great film by any stretch of the imagination, but it was noticeably better than this mess.
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