A hard but mediocre cop is assigned to escort a prostitute into custody from Las Vegas to Phoenix, so that she can testify in a mob trial. But a lot of people are literally betting that they won't make it into town alive.
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
Col Needham <firstname.lastname@example.org>
The original "Dirty Harry" was a marvelously done bit of brutal, right-wing movie making by Don Siegal. Everything was fast paced, simple, and colorful. The action scenes were essential to the exposition. And the pistol shots had acquired a new full-throated booming sound that has since become standard. Eastwood even tried to act -- a little. His throw-away laugh after clicking his empty hammer at the robber after the first shoot out was the only laugh I can ever remember from Eastwood that seemed to register real amusement. They all should have quit while they were ahead. Sondra Locke is really quite beautiful, although obviously no longer the sensitive teenager of her earliest movies; mature, now, and dumbly fatalistic, having been ravished or ravaged by a gang of hoodlums under the boardwalk at Santa Cruz. Most of the film is shot in Santa Cruz, called "San Paulo," a curious fictive mixture of Spanish and/or Portugese and/or Italian. Let's call it a generically Romance language name for a town, although of course it fits none of the known ones. Its location is also curious, north of the City, making a hash of the geography, but never mind. Harry's in trouble with the SFPD. Yet again. They ship him to San Paulo where he finds himself willy nilly on the trail of Sondra Locke who is assiduously knocking off all the people involved in her rape years ago. His butting in annoys Pat Hingle, the local sherrif. The four or five participants in the rape are still sleazebags and deserve being shot in the cojones. Except one of them is apparently a dyke who was only an enthusiastic witness. No matter, she gets blown away anyhow. One of the guys, caught by Locke in a garage, seems to have become pathetically middle class. In a weak and genuinely remorseful voice he apologizes to her and begs for mercy. He gets it in the cojones too. Harry has changed his pistol in this one. He couldn't get a bigger pistol because there aren't any to speak of, short of something that would need mounting on a Bradley Fighting Vehicle. So, while it's still .44 mag, it is now automatic. So what? Harry pops up out of garbage cans to shoot guys in the back. Pretty funny, eh? There's an ugly dog in it too, given to the release of intestinal gas. Clint gets a lot of mileage out of dogs and children. It's not really worth going on about this movie. If one had to sum it up in a single word, "terrible" would come close to getting the job done. Do yourself a favor. Watch Dirty Harry again or something.
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