The rapidly diminishing returns of Clint Eastwood completism. He plays a cowboy cop from Arizona. Also a Melodie Johnson jag from Rabbit, Run (1970). She's married but home alone in some dusty ranch in the middle of nowhere. Her task (in short-and-blonde mode) is to keep him entertained for an hour or two before he heads off to NYC for some more hunting and tracking. Directed by Don Siegel from a screenplay by Herman Miller, Dean Riesner and Howard Rodman. It's something of a Cro-Magnon Dirty Harry (1971). Lee J. Cobb, squandered as a proforma police lieutenant. Seymour Cassel got some fondling in. Don Stroud (Django Unchained (2012)) brought some genuine menace.
The plot is very dodgy but sort-of works as a time capsule for the sybaritic demimonde of NYC with some semi-decent footage of a big open-air party/discotheque that our man has to traverse to locate double-crossing tramp Tisha Sterling who knows where their man is. Clint's methods offend his ostensible brand-new lady-love, social worker/shrink Susan Clark but she gets over his lack of exclusivity before he gets back into that helicopter on the roof of the Pan Am building. All the women are savvy in their own ways but go weak-kneed at the mere prospect of being treated as sex objects.
Given a choice Eastwood himself went with filming the far more genteel jazz concert in Monterey, California (retaining the crazy women) in Play Misty for Me (1971).
Roger Ebert: three stars. Vincent Canby: "The screenplay is so predictable in situation and so arch in its supposedly tough, blunt, wise talk that it turns into a joke told by someone with no sense of humour."
