This would-be vigilante thriller, which baits its audience’s desire to confirm that the erstwhile Dirty Harry, who is encroaching on 80, has still “got it,” turns those desires inside out, first by dropping the film’s vigilante pretensions in lieu of character development / redemption and then by resurrecting the vigilantism in the final reel, but not with the expected results. Even if the film doesn’t exactly repudiate the regenerative violence that defined the majority of Eastwood’s career, as the bookend that closes what Unforgiven started, it comes close. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)