Speak softly and carry a big gun.
Clint Eastwood hefted a .44 Magnum while issuing a flinty “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?”
Playing San Francisco cop Harry Callahan, he launched a film series, while causing half the world to dither about the film’s supposed “dangerous, fascist” views.
Which, when your hero throws his badge away at the end of the film after exacting violent retribution, makes sense.
Love it, hate it (I’m in the former crowd), you have to admit one thing — 50 years has not dulled Eastwood’s, or this film’s, snarl.