Look at the Lawmen 3 : Dirty Harry Deeds 1

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Grandpa Felicius Grandpa Felicius:  Divest yourselves from thoughts of young David Fincher’s frigid, mind-numbing “Zodiac.” The Zodiac killer was also the purported inspiration behind 1971’s hot, action-loaded “Dirty Harry,” (directed by Don Siegel, and written by Rita M. Fink, Harry Julian Fink, and Dean Riesner.) This movie took Clint Eastwood away from his “Man with No Name” Western persona into the “Dirty” Harry Callahan persona: a lawman who is forced to go slightly outside the law because of the Mirandas and Escovedos and Escobars and Salazars and Slytherins. Or something. The point was, legal technicalities were making it so that cops couldn’t go around brutalizing hippies in San Francisco. And Dirty Harry was there to lay the law down.

Trent Trent: This was AWESOME!!! Everybody liked it in the 70s!!! “Hey, society is crumbling down because of…Sex? And/ or Violence? Anyway, I better see some boobies, and some car crashes, and some shoot downs! That’s what I like!”

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Tracey Tracey: I will quote:

“Cop 1: There is one question, Inspector Callahan: Why do they call you “Dirty Harry”?

Cop 2: Ah that’s one thing about our Harry, he doesn’t play any favorites! Harry hates everybody: Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, Niggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it.

Cop 1: How does he feel about Mexicans?

Cop 2: Ask him.

Dirty Harry: Especially Spics!

I’M OUT!!!

Father Hank Hank: Awww, kiddo, didn’t you notice Harry winks after that! So we know it’s ok! He’s joshing! He’s not a racist! He’s just well rounded in his hatred of humanity!

Cousin Franz Cousin Franz: The movie has enough little winks and nudges to let us know that it’s not REALLY suggesting that cops should shoot first and ask questions later. Sure, it’s a right-wing fantasy, where the “long-haired,” vaguely effeminate San Franciscan killer who believes in astrology gets his due. Never mind that the Zodiac Killer had been described as having a crew-cut. But that’s our Clint! It’s all in good fascist fun.

Beatricia Beatricia: He’s a lovable curmudgeon. But I can’t believe that after all these years, no one has pointed out the bizarre way in which Clint Eastwood botches Harry’s famous catch-phrase. It’s the whole thing about how his 44 Magnum has been shot six times- or is it five? He hasn’t been keeping count, what with all the excitement, and now he’s gonna test it by murdering someone. It happens at the beginning and at the end, right? The first time Clint NAILS it:”Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, Punk?”

BUT the second time he rushes in and RUINS the line! He spits out:

“Do I feel lucky? Well? Do you PUNK?”

Watch for it. It sounds like he’s asking questions about the killer’s music preferences!

“Do you punk? Do you rock? Do you funk? Do you rap?”

Cousin Franz Cousin Franz: To be extremely technical, in the first scene, what Clint actually said at the moment was, “Well, do you, buck?” (A buck being a, hmmm, racial slur along the lines of “spade.”) Which makes some sense because he’s staring down at an African-American bank robber and not at Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols. The word “punk” was dubbed in post-production, to make it less insulting to the audiences.

Trent Trent: NERD! Where did you look THAT up? “Les Cahiers du Cinema”?

Cousin Franz Cousin Franz: IMDB.

Blurbarella Blurbarella: “Hot– Dirty– Hippies in– Sex. Question: — Do you Rock?– Well, Do you? NERD!”

5 out of 6 Cherries


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