This does not deserve to be part of the Dirty Harry franchise.

Its structure fits the formula: top, gets-results-cop hounded by bureaucratic bullshit, high-profile murder cases, 3rd-world partner for Harry and a car chase through San Francisco. It is a terrible, lazy movie. Years ago, thriller movies for adults and not teens very lazily invoked the motive of the “crazy” killer. That’s the only motive they decided yesterday give—and, hey, “crazy” is good enough, right?

Eastwood is ‘WAY above doing this crap. Liam Neeson is slumming as a film director. The remote-control bomb-equipped battery Sting Ray car chase posits that (this 1/32 scale car can hit 40 mph AND that its operator knows where Harry is driving without being able to, y’know, SEE HIM. We can do that with drones today. We couldn’t do that with dick 40 years ago.

Don’t besmirch Dirty Harry’s legacy by watching this cack.

PS When a car or bike is pulling a wheelie, YOU CANNOT STEER IT!!! This RC 63 ‘Ray was pulling wheelies from here to perdition. That (1) tells me that it had very low FIXED gearing (because model cars cannot shift gears) to give it enormous acceleration but very limited top end and I hand-built slot cars for a lot of years, and (2) this model could not stay with a real car. Oh, yeah, there’s also this. The model car has HARD PLASTIC tires on plastic rims, but is allegedly capable of drifting through turns without wiping out, flipping over, or both. The car chase is sheer bullshit and, as an alleged homage to Steve McQueen, a dimwitted insult. Hard plastic SLIDES on pavement. It Does. Not. GRIP.