Second in the famous series of spaghetti westerns and quite brilliant it is too. Those long lingering shots, the clink of spurs, the scratching sound of hands dragged across unshaven chins and above all THAT music... What more could you ask for in a western? find out more...

Dirty Harry part three sticks ridgedly to the formula of it's predecessors, with old Clint as the bad-ass-San-Fran cop, relentlessly at odds with his superiors and generally going around looking mean. This time Harry battles to save the city from a supposed gang of trigger-happy killer-kiddywinks, and in the mean time has to grapple with his new FEMALE partner! find out more...