Every Friday night, my husband and I have a little movie night together. We snuggle on the couch, eat snacks, drink hot peppermint tea and give a running commentary about the movie – which adds to our own entertainment.
Anyway, while we both like a dose of mindless, mainstream, blockbuster, big action, adventure movie… we both have a partiality to certain movies, which unfortunately turns us into a married couple cliché.
I like girly romances, with hot guys and a superfluous storyline.
And my husband is a bit of a movie buff, meaning he loves old movies that are “important in the history of the cinema”. Not to mention, he is a guy, so he likes war movies and BOY movies.
I fricking hate war movies and zombie movies and car movies.
And you can be sure he equally hates romantic comedies.
So my husband and I have a deal.
We agree to sit and watch each other’s movie, that way we don’t have to be lonely while we watch TV on a Friday night.
I recently made him watch “Twilight”, which caused him so much pain that he actually became unconscious (or maybe he just fell asleep).
But the next week he paid me back with a really “important classic” – “Dirty Harry” which was made in 1971 and has Clint Eastwood in it.
Well, this is what I got from it, while I painted my nails – fingers AND toes (which is allowed as part of our “deal”).
This is Dirty Harry, a cop in San Francisco, in the early 70s. Ho hum. I’m sure I was supposed to be drawn in by this complex, dark and troubled character, but I was distracted by his clothes. In fact, I was distracted by EVERYONE’S clothes in the movie.
They were all wearing really nice “swinging sixties” clothes – except him. They are all happy and groovy, but he is Mr Square and he looks so grumpy.
In this scene, he just totalled the car on the left, and is moving in to kill the bad guy.
This is the famous Dirty Harry scene – where Harry pulls out his BIG GUN and says “Do You Feel Lucky? Well, do ya, Punk?”
The bad guy surrenders, but Harry pulls the trigger anyway, to reveal that his gun was empty. My husband thinks this is so, so cool (but then, my 8 year old would also think it was cool).
Around this time (5 minutes in), I politely pointed out to my husband that the movie was insanely boring, because it had used almost every “tough cop cliché” ever written. And so my husband triumphantly declared that Dirty Harry was THE ORIGINAL tough cop movie… where all those clichés were born.
Basically, Harry is the true defender of good, and he will do anything to protect the city from evil-doers… even if it is illegal. His bosses won’t let him do his job, and he has no wife. He is a lonely, broken, badly-dressed, super-cop with nothing to lose, and a whole lot of smart-arsed one-liners to get out of his system.
Here, Dirty Harry is getting treatment for a minor flesh wound in the local hospital. Harry is so tough that he wouldn’t normally go to hospital for such a minor thing as a gunshot wound, but his boss made him do it.
This is where we get to see Dirty Harry’s sensitive side, with his legs splayed open in a very “David Beckham for Armani on a Billboard” kind of way. Erotic, no?
We also get to see a nice detail of that maroon knit vest and his slim fit pants. Which – funnily enough – is quite popular these days in men’s fashion.
In this scene, our hero is talking to is his ex-partner, who doesn’t want to work with him anymore. But Harry doesn’t care, because he likes to work alone…
But check out that tweed jacket! And hairstyle!
My husband was getting a little annoyed that I wanted to pause the movie every time Harry wore something different, in order to photograph his outfits for my blog.
This is some unimportant-to-the-story chick who is in the move just to show us how cool everyone in San Francisco is dressed compared to Dirty Harry.
Look at that green coat! Such a statement piece!
And here he looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I’m sure the Terminator movies drew style inspiration from this scene.
The move came to an end with, surprise, surprise, Dirty Harry using his big gun to blow the evil-genius bad guy away.
And now, I am plotting my revenge…
I’d really like to compare the depiction of Pride and Prejudice the movie (staring Kiera Knightly), with the BBC TV mini series of Pride and Prejudice, which is six glorious episodes of Darcy and Elizabeth.
That’s a total of SEVEN HOURS of ultra-girly entertainment, without a single gun, car chase or alien…