The 1988 movie The Dead Pool shows a San Francisco which no longer exists. The most un-PC cop, inspector Harry Callahan, played by the redoubtable Clint Eastwood, gets away with all kinds of stuff that today get him kicked off the force and maybe jailed. At the very least, he would spend most of his time explaining his shootings to internal affairs and being harassed by Democrat’s supporters while trying to enjoy a meal out….until he squinted, reached for his shoulder holster and intoned “keep it up, make my day.” While “make my day”, from the 1983 Sudden Impact Dirty Harry movie is more famous (President Reagan even used it in 1985 “(I have my veto pen drawn and ready for any tax increase that Congress might even think of sending up. And I have only one thing to say to the tax increasers. Go ahead—make my day“), I like his scene in this movie where these four guys are running amok, robbing and killing people in a Chinese restaurant. The most violent one is pointing his gun at everyone in turn, when he spies Harry sitting there, cool as can be, opening a fortune cookie. “What’s your fortune,” sneers the killer. Harry slyly smiles and says “it’s your fortune, and it says you’re shit out of luck.” He then shoots the perpetrator without further ado, as well as two of his confederates. The fourth perp escapes, only to be beaten up by Harry’s partner. Immediate shooting??? Shouldn’t he have yelled “freeze” first, giving the villain time to shoot him or perhaps turn and shoot other patrons? NO!!
Could “Dirty Harry” have been a reaction to something that happened years before? The “Summer of Love” was a 1967 phenomenon in which about 100,000 tie-dyed hippies and assorted counter-culture types converged on San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district to celebrate love, music, drugs, getting high, free sex, drugs, rebellion against the “Man”, did I mention drugs? Their anthem was Scott MacKenzie’s San Francisco (Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair). I guess the flowers masked the smell of marijuana smoke in unwashed hair, or sexual pheromones, or both.
In San Francisco circa 1967, the streets were mostly clean, littered only by the occasional body of a drugged-out hippie. Only 4 years later, Dirty Harry started cleaning up the streets with his .44 magnum in Dirty Harry. Now in 2018, it appears that no one is cleaning up the streets of the most left-leaning city in the United States, judging by piles of human waste littering the streets. Instead of a viable solution, the PC-saturated culture of today’s S.F. turns to a young techie, who has created an app for your phone called “Snapcrap” (not to be confused with the more popular Snapchat) for locating those piles to be avoided! This is how PC culture advances. 1967, hippies make rebellion cool by leaving flowers and roaches (not the insect, the butt of a joint) on the ground. 1971 Dirty Harry begins to embody a counter-rebellion by leaving criminals on the ground. 2018, all order has broken down, human poop all over the ground. What’s next?
“Oh come on, Dirty Harry was just a fictional character, The Dead Pool was just a movie set in a fictional San Francisco, and you are trying to draw cultural conclusions from fiction”, you say? Maybe so, but why then is there a longing for the days when Dirty Harry (played by a stand-up Republican) was being chased by a drone–a radio-controlled Corvette loaded with C-4–instead of Republicans being chased by screaming harridans of the latest PC disappointment? Why is there still a preference for stepping over the bodies of deceased killers rather than steaming piles of human(?) poop? How do I know about this longing? Try to find a Dirty Harry movie streaming for free on Netflix, Hulu or Amazon video. Other than The Dead Pool, the last in the series, you have to pay to watch them. Most movies that old, streaming services practically pay you to watch them. Long live anti-PC cool!