Dirty Harry 5 and Callahan has to contend with being both on the hit list of a mobster and that of some wacko who has a list of celebrities to vanish from the planet.
It's not great, but it is fun enough for Eastwood fans in a undemanding mood. The Dirty Harry series didn't need another film, and in fact it had arguably run its course at the release of Sudden Impact five years earlier, but even an ageing Eastwood remained watchable when he was dolling out the machismo. Such is the case here.
The writing is a bit trite (is that an attempt at a link between violence and the media?) and boorish in its adherence to Harry Callahan's exhausted formula (ooh look it's another worried side-kick). Peril is very scarce; though a toy car sequence is wonderfully bonkers and played for great effect, and pre-fame Liam Neeson and Patricia Clarkson stick out like a sore thumbs for not entirely the right reasons.
However, in spite of the caricature that Harry has become, he's still a bad MOFO. If it's just him running effortlessly along the promenade, throwing a glorious punch to the jaw of a loser, or wielding a Harpoon Gun like it was part of his body, Harry Callahan in Eastwood's hands is entertainment. It's the reason why we watch it in the first place and the reason why they made a fifth film in a series that started so brilliantly in the early 1970s. 6/10