Dirty Harry(1971) : The shape of things to come
Aug 03 2008 | 8 Comments »
Harry Callahan: Where’s the girl?
The Killer: You tried to kill me!
Harry Callahan: If I tried to do that your head would be splattered all over this field - now where’s the girl?
As we move from the opening telescopic view of a psychopath killer eyeing a PYT bathing in the rooftop sun set against a brilliantly sparse, sexed-up Lalo Schifrin jazz, blood slowly brings in the elements of crime so smoothly in the City by the Bay perfection and serenity. In enters an iconic cop, call him a detective if you will, the frame and moment he enters you know he will satisfy all theories of ‘exception’ that you know of in context of cinema. Adding the much needed spice to a 70’s classic narrative, set-piece grandeur, Inspector Harry Callahan walks the sun like he is gracing the moon bathed coastline of North Beach, his cool coefficient doesn’t need …









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