Like Unforgiven and Space Cowboys, Clint Eastwood's ill-received police-procedural movie is more about ageing than plot mechanics. So far, so good, but Eastwood won't leave Dirty Harry behind - he's still a cop out on a limb, chasing a no-good punk, albeit showing the strain after an emergency heart transplant.
This is a schizophrenic film, then. Either way, Eastwood's old cop comes out of retirement when Graciella (Wanda De Jesús), the sister of a murdered woman whose heart is in Clint's manly chest, asks him to track the killer down. Cue action Clint, and some ill-advised intimacy between Saggy Harry's pecs and Graciella.
It's a shame Eastwood didn't focus more on, say, his realistic peripheral character portraits (neighbour Jeff Daniels, LA cops Tina Lifford and Paul Rodriguez), or his exchanges with his cardiologist (Anjelica Huston). That's where this film's heart is.