Another day, another post about Dirty Harry. In my innermost feelings I tell myself its okay, okay. I don't need to compare it with other 70s thrillers. Im satisfied.
But yknow, I can't help but to. This movie is so different than those Nicholson and Hackman thrillers. Its about exposure. Undoing. Reshaping in the sense of stripping. Stripping away all control revealing nothing but messy vulnerability kept underneath.
The cross scene is loaded with symbolism. However way you want to interpret it, its primal. Humiliating and ever so morbid. Harry's not the one with power this time, and to see him just accepting the abuse? Other rogue cops wishes they're as mentally strong as him
There we go again. Wouldn't say Im obsessed. I haven't even watch the movie. But Im just so crazy about their dynamic.
Bear with me. So personally, Scorpio and Harry are like the guy and the girl in Quentin's Like A Virgin analogy in Reservoir Dogs.
Harry love fucking with criminals, his superiors and the law. They know his mo but they let him do his thing anyway. So he's used to being in control, having power. But then he meets Scorpio and its like the power shifted. Scorpio dug deep where no one has gone before. He makes Harry feel pain again.