I used to like Clint Eastwood movies. I thought the spaghetti westerns were wonderfully campy and entertaining. And the Dirty Harry films were rough, and tough, as this rugged, cool detective ~dapper in tweed sport jackets and packing a .357 Magnum ~ challenged the system in his dogged pursuit of bad guys. Who can forget the poignant one-liners: “A man’s gotta know his limitations” or “Go ahead, make my day” or (the best one) “You’ve gotta ask yourself a question ~ do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?” Strong stuff. I even named a dog after Clint.