Clint Eastwood takes a break from Dirty Harry Callahan to play a booze hound Pheonix cop assigned to transport, what he is told, a nothing witness in a nothing trial from Las Vegas. In reality, the witness is a hooker (played by Eastwood's then real life girlfriend Sondra Locke) who has information that ties the mob to a host of dirty Pheonix cops. So obviously they meet with far more resistance on their journey than they expected. If the movie is guilty of one thing, it's overkill. In several confrontations, the bad guys hit their targets with such overkill, that it's almost laughable. A police car and city bus are turned to Swiss cheese, and a house is hit by gunfire so hard, that it literally collapses onto its foundation. Yet Eastwood and Locke are able to escape that house via a tunnel that leads from the basement. The movie also suffers from a horrible 70's soundtrack, obviously influenced by jazz fan Eastwood, who also served as director. But still, it's a solid piece of 70's action, with clear cut good guys and bad guys, plenty of gunfire, and we even see Eastwood cross the line, and punch a couple of women, including the witness he's protecting. Not up to Dirty Harry levels, but it still shows why there are fewer Hollywood icons that are tougher than Clint Eastwood.