Watch Clint Eastwood and Burt Reynolds in their 1984 Crime/Comedy, City Heat!
About City Heat (Theatrical Release – December 7, 1984):
When a hotshot cop and a wise-guy detective get together, the heat is on! Clint Eastwood and Burt Reynolds star as a by-the-book police lieutenant and a fast-talking private detective in Depression-era Kansas City who must work together to unravel a knot of underworld extortion, kidnapping and murder in City Heat. Once partners, now bitter enemies, Lieutenant Speer (Academy Award winner Eastwood–Million Dollar Baby) and private detective Mike Murphy (Reynolds–Boogie Nights) reunite after the murder Murphy’s partner. Now, in a film noir world of Prohibition-era speakeasies, these two men must find a way to put aside years of differences to find a killer.
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reading Richard Roundtree’s name in the credits I had a strange feeling and 5 min in or so I just knew he wasn’t gonna make it to the finish. Now just that detail – what does it tell me about this film? I’d say typical for the time, the period. In movies at least it would seem we’ve outgrown that intolerable idiocy but anywhere else?
All the enthusiasm and praise for the film is difficult I find. To some extent I even share it and I watched all 97 min of it. But I know too that it is utterly stupid.
Is it a buddy movie? What of those ludicrous shootout scenes, the brawling and the interplay between the sexes? All the females are in need of the male heroes attentions and want their assurance about their relationships and they get abducted a lot. This is so brimming full of stereotypes and clichés you could construct it from an erection set for mindless plots. But there are the two main characters Stoneface Eastwood and Slippery Reynolds and they draw me in. Mr. Eastwood I was surprised to discover in one or two instances where he verbalized beyond the habitual one liners has an interestingly fine diction somehow not fully congruent with Lt. Silent Type. The dialogue overall on the part of the gangsters especially is full of hyperbole and flowery metaphers that it borders on lyricism, mostly arduous but funny too at times I thought. Cringed my way all the way through all of that and had to tell the world about it.