Eastwood's last outing as Dirty Harry is some goofy-ass fun. Jim Carrey does Axl Rose, Liam Neeson has a sleazy ponytail, Patricia Clarkson sets out to nab her some Clint, Pauline Kael gets her comeuppance for the review she wrote of "Dirty Harry" in the New Yorker, and Harry FINALLY gets to wield a harpoon gun, because that .357 magnum is for pussies anyway. The remote-control carbomb chase is an absurd delight.
A hackneyed and tired coda to something which should have terminated on its first bravura outing. By entry number five, the reactionary fire is out and there's little left apart from a star-turn on autopilot wading through a gimcrack script peppered with the kind of deadening novelty then familiar in mainstream filmmaking - gadgetry, ludicrous weaponry, a kung-fu sidekick, et al. A dead loss.
Harry Callahan done as a Hollywood crowd-pleaser. Only a fun sequence with a bomb on a toy car that probably gave fruit to the gaming sequences in the first "Grand Theft Auto" video games is fun to watch, but this too comedic to be a "normal" Dirty Harry movie - a problem as it premiered in a time when box office figures became more and more important.