"You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" -- Harry Callahan, DIRTY HARRY.
And a screen icon is scarred onto the face of filmdom. And the Earth is once again salted with the man-nectar of masculinity.
DIRTY HARRY is about a cop who takes the law into his own hands. That's the simple synopsis. But the cultural impact of this film and Clint Eastwood's most enduring character is indescribable.
Beyond the art of movies, beyond the rubric of cops and robbers, beyond the playground where good and evil frolic hand in hand, "Dirty Harry" has entered the lexicon as shorthand for righteous brutality, masculine justice, and not taking crap; the film DIRTY HARRY spawned innumerable "loose cannon" cop films (which was a misapprehension of its actual theme) and a more disturbing level of violence in movies; DIRTY HARRY took the anti-authority hippie stance of the 60s to the next level of societal angst in the newly-minted '70s.
Amidst the furor over an unwinnable war (times just don't change, do they?) American aggression found catharsis in DIRTY HARRY. Simplistically, the movie advocates violence against those who spawn violence (two wrongs making a right), seemingly advocating personal vigilantism over the dinosaurian "justice system"; yet the real message was too subtle for American audiences, who prove themselves time and again too blunt to comprehend subtlety. As Clint himself espouses, "It's not about a man who stands for violence. It's about a man who can't understand society tolerating violence." And Clint Eastwood should know. He IS Dirty Harry.
In a role intended for Sinatra, Eastwood owned Detective Harry Callahan like Sinatra owned "My Way." After we meet alpha male Harry as an edgy maverick San Francisco cop who "doesn't play any favorites! Harry hates everybody" he is teamed with a young Mexican Inspector, Chico (Reni Santoni) and soon on the trail of a psycho sniper killer, Scorpio (Andy Robinson, who would never again command a role so hallucinogenically ruthless and tasty).
The subtext is that Scorpio is Harry on the wrong side of the law (As Above, So Below; the devil is god inverted). He hates minorities too and demands a ransom from the city of San Francisco in return for not shooting a homosexual or a catholic priest (nowadays that's the same thing).
There are the authority figures stultifying Harry's methods, then castigating him with legal technicalities when he gets the job done (John Vernon as the Mayor and Josef Sommer as the D.A.). And there is the first pairing of Eastwood with the ever-frazzled Harry Guardino as his Lieutenant.
Author Richard Schickel defines that moment a star becomes a superstar - the scene that establishes why Harry is Dirty, shooting down bank robbers while still chewing a hot dog.
From a diner, Harry spies a car idling outside a bank. Not wanting to interrupt his break, he instructs the chef to call in a robbery in progress. As Harry takes the first bite of his hot dog, alarms start clamoring, and he resignedly drops the dog and exits the diner, still chewing on the bite. And drawing his big gun. He sees an armed robber exiting the bank (Albert Popwell in the first of his four roles in Dirty Harry movies) and yells, "Halt!" mid-chew. The robber fires on Harry; Harry fires back, sending the robber sprawling. The getaway car careens at Harry, who calmly takes aim and shoots it, sending it crashing into a fire hydrant, which jets water like a carnival.
And now, the pièce de résistance: Harry saunters to the downed robber - still chewing - and calmly points his gun at him, the robber looking tentatively at his own gun on the ground, inches from him. And Harry speaks: "I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" The milk of Legend.
The robber declines the challenge, yet when Harry turns to walk away, the robber beseeches him, "Hey!... I gots to know." The milk of hilarity.
By now Harry has morphed into a composite of Clint/Harry, as he smugly points his Magnum at the flinching robber - and pulls the trigger! Click! Empty barrels! Harry smiles that Eastwood smile and saunters away.
By now we are overdosing on Legend...
While his mythos as a laconic avenger was birthed with Leone's DOLLAR trilogy, the DIRTY HARRY movies rounded out this more "modern" Clint. And if Leone was responsible for carving Clint into Legend, the director of this cinematic juggernaut was the other man who "made" Eastwood: Don Siegel.
The finale is the cement that hardens the Legend. Harry points his Magnum at Scorpio, who is shielding himself with a boy. In a classic callback, Harry recites the same monologue he gave to the bank robber - but this time the tone is taut disdain, a mocking death knell for the person whom it is addressed to. And the funny thing is: during Harry's first speech, he is out of ammo, during his second, he has one bullet left - yet the circumstances make him a winner both times.
In Clint's Magnum opus we know that Harry Callahan stands for what is truly right - over and above any written law cravenly passed by sniveling old rich white guys who rape justice in the ass. The funny thing is: when you yourself come up against morally ambiguous situations in life, you look to someone like Harry Callahan to guide you. And you gotta ask yourself a question, "Do you feel Dirty?"
Well, do ya, punk?!
And a screen icon is scarred onto the face of filmdom. And the Earth is once again salted with the man-nectar of masculinity.
DIRTY HARRY is about a cop who takes the law into his own hands. That's the simple synopsis. But the cultural impact of this film and Clint Eastwood's most enduring character is indescribable.
Beyond the art of movies, beyond the rubric of cops and robbers, beyond the playground where good and evil frolic hand in hand, "Dirty Harry" has entered the lexicon as shorthand for righteous brutality, masculine justice, and not taking crap; the film DIRTY HARRY spawned innumerable "loose cannon" cop films (which was a misapprehension of its actual theme) and a more disturbing level of violence in movies; DIRTY HARRY took the anti-authority hippie stance of the 60s to the next level of societal angst in the newly-minted '70s.
Amidst the furor over an unwinnable war (times just don't change, do they?) American aggression found catharsis in DIRTY HARRY. Simplistically, the movie advocates violence against those who spawn violence (two wrongs making a right), seemingly advocating personal vigilantism over the dinosaurian "justice system"; yet the real message was too subtle for American audiences, who prove themselves time and again too blunt to comprehend subtlety. As Clint himself espouses, "It's not about a man who stands for violence. It's about a man who can't understand society tolerating violence." And Clint Eastwood should know. He IS Dirty Harry.
In a role intended for Sinatra, Eastwood owned Detective Harry Callahan like Sinatra owned "My Way." After we meet alpha male Harry as an edgy maverick San Francisco cop who "doesn't play any favorites! Harry hates everybody" he is teamed with a young Mexican Inspector, Chico (Reni Santoni) and soon on the trail of a psycho sniper killer, Scorpio (Andy Robinson, who would never again command a role so hallucinogenically ruthless and tasty).
The subtext is that Scorpio is Harry on the wrong side of the law (As Above, So Below; the devil is god inverted). He hates minorities too and demands a ransom from the city of San Francisco in return for not shooting a homosexual or a catholic priest (nowadays that's the same thing).
There are the authority figures stultifying Harry's methods, then castigating him with legal technicalities when he gets the job done (John Vernon as the Mayor and Josef Sommer as the D.A.). And there is the first pairing of Eastwood with the ever-frazzled Harry Guardino as his Lieutenant.
Author Richard Schickel defines that moment a star becomes a superstar - the scene that establishes why Harry is Dirty, shooting down bank robbers while still chewing a hot dog.
From a diner, Harry spies a car idling outside a bank. Not wanting to interrupt his break, he instructs the chef to call in a robbery in progress. As Harry takes the first bite of his hot dog, alarms start clamoring, and he resignedly drops the dog and exits the diner, still chewing on the bite. And drawing his big gun. He sees an armed robber exiting the bank (Albert Popwell in the first of his four roles in Dirty Harry movies) and yells, "Halt!" mid-chew. The robber fires on Harry; Harry fires back, sending the robber sprawling. The getaway car careens at Harry, who calmly takes aim and shoots it, sending it crashing into a fire hydrant, which jets water like a carnival.
And now, the pièce de résistance: Harry saunters to the downed robber - still chewing - and calmly points his gun at him, the robber looking tentatively at his own gun on the ground, inches from him. And Harry speaks: "I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" The milk of Legend.
The robber declines the challenge, yet when Harry turns to walk away, the robber beseeches him, "Hey!... I gots to know." The milk of hilarity.
By now Harry has morphed into a composite of Clint/Harry, as he smugly points his Magnum at the flinching robber - and pulls the trigger! Click! Empty barrels! Harry smiles that Eastwood smile and saunters away.
By now we are overdosing on Legend...
While his mythos as a laconic avenger was birthed with Leone's DOLLAR trilogy, the DIRTY HARRY movies rounded out this more "modern" Clint. And if Leone was responsible for carving Clint into Legend, the director of this cinematic juggernaut was the other man who "made" Eastwood: Don Siegel.
The finale is the cement that hardens the Legend. Harry points his Magnum at Scorpio, who is shielding himself with a boy. In a classic callback, Harry recites the same monologue he gave to the bank robber - but this time the tone is taut disdain, a mocking death knell for the person whom it is addressed to. And the funny thing is: during Harry's first speech, he is out of ammo, during his second, he has one bullet left - yet the circumstances make him a winner both times.
In Clint's Magnum opus we know that Harry Callahan stands for what is truly right - over and above any written law cravenly passed by sniveling old rich white guys who rape justice in the ass. The funny thing is: when you yourself come up against morally ambiguous situations in life, you look to someone like Harry Callahan to guide you. And you gotta ask yourself a question, "Do you feel Dirty?"
Well, do ya, punk?!