For his directorial debut, Clint Eastwood opted to make this relatively straightforward but hopelessly dated Fatal Attraction clone (er, precursor), playing a radio DJ stalked by the lovely Jessica Walter (well, I'm sure her character's style was in back in 1971). Walter is way more ballistic than Glenn Close ever was, wielding a machete on tons of hapless fools standing between her and her man. Creepy, but what's with the outdoor concert stuck into the middle of the movie!?
Dirty Harry #3 is undoubtedly the worst of the bunch, with Callahan chasing down a group of hippie radical terrorists, several years after the end of the hippie radical terrorist era. A few minor points for excellent use of such enormous area landmarks as Coit Tower, Alcatraz, and Tyne Daly.
Well punk, do ya feel lucky? Dirty Harry Callahan blasted onto the San Francisco scene with a .44 Magnum and an attitude that launched a thousand imitators. Eastwood's most memorable character we get, a super-fascinating story maybe not so much. But the chase for murder and ransom-man Scorpio is at least a reasonably good one. The Dirty Harry films declined over the years, but the original's one worth seeking out.