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Waiting two decades before seeing “The Dead Pool” (1988) was definitely a good call. It fills the movie with surprises, surprises that having nothing to do with the boilerplate Dirty Harry plot. Liam Neeson! Too bad his character is a throwaway. Jim Carrey! (I’m sorry, the credit says “James.”) Too bad he dies. Patricia Clarkson! Too bad she’s not a redhead, but anything’s better than Sondra Locke. A “Bullitt” car chase! Too bad it’s with an RC car. Clint Eastwood wearing the sunglasses the optometrist gives you after he dilates you! Too bad Clint apparently thinks they’re for everyday use.

Let’s put Dirty Harry in New Orleans. And make him a perv. What do we get? “Tightrope,” a creepy 1984 thriller. Creepy in a bad way. Instead of Clint Eastwood shooting all the suspects as he cracks the case, he’s doing all the victims as the case cracks him. Did I mention he’s also a divorced dad with two little girls? We keep bouncing back and forth from hookers and bondage to daughters and bonding. Nice. As in not nice. Also, it’s got all the usual Clint/Harry stuff: jazz music, long zoom-ins and zoom-outs over the city, blah, blah, blah.