One of the commentators on last night’s broadcast from this week’s political convention described a speech as “Clint Eastwood without the chair”. That prompted me to pull out PLAY MISTY FOR ME for the 384th time. 456 more words
One of the knocks against the millennial generation — and there are many — is its slavish devotion to all things smartphone, reducing lives to an endless series of interruptions via a continuous stream of texts, tweets and snaps, so that people are left with a virtually nonexistent attention span. 824 more words
22-year-old Francesca Eastwood has talent in her DNA. Both her mother and father are silver screen regulars, and now Ms. Eastwood is continuing their legacy in a big way. 551 more words
Harry Callahan returns to investigate the serial murders of unrelated criminals and discovers a conspiracy of vigilantes within his department.
The sequel to Dirty Harry is where Callahan starts his transformation from uncompromising outsider to macho stereotype, the opening titles consisting of an unwavering close up on his .357 phallus on a blood red background. 173 more words