When not involved in drumming up admiration and chuckles for Clint Eastwood, with glib subplots and wisecracks, this Dirty Harry follow-up noses around a potential good idea about a secret "death squad" within the police force that institutes select executions free of judicial red tape. Ted Post's direction is professional, and John Milius's script shows a true appreciation for weaponry, marksmanship, and morally ambivalent homicide. In the long run, the hero worship of Eastwood and the escalating body count reach such magnitudes that all issues are forgotten, and all that matters is when the bloody thing is going to end. (1973) — Duncan Shepherd
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