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  Review by David Sims ★★ 3

  essentially, "what if Gene Parmesan was a badass"

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  Review by 20oldboy03 ★★½ 16

  Was oder wenn wollen wir nicht sehen:

  
  -Ein Tom Hardy der bestes und klarstes Oxford Englisch spricht

  -Ein Daniel Day-Lewis der sich für einen CGI-umwitterten Superheldenfilm hergibt

  -Martin Scorsese der sich für einen CGI-umwitterten Superheldenfilm hergibt (lüge, natürlich wollen wir das sehen)

  -Diese sechste Folge der achten Staffel von „Game of Thrones“ die wir schließlich und endlich bekamen

  -Dieser neunte Teil der „Star Wars“-Saga den wir schließlich und endlich bekamen

  -Oder ein Clint Eastwood in der Rolle eines redefreudigen, überdrehten Diskjockeys, Vertreter von Haushaltswaren oder als Chris Tucker in dessen Rolle Ruby Rhod in „Das fünfte Element“

  
  Blöderweise liefert „Pink Cadillac“ genau das ab.

  Clint Eastwood ist Zeit seines Lebens ein wortkarger, mürrischer Mann der Tat, anders wie uns Regisseur…

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  Review by Michael501 📺 ★★½

  Clint Eastwood A Retrospective - Week 34

  Bounty hunter Tommy Nowak (Clint Eastwood) is on the trail of Lou Ann McGuinn (Bernadette Peters), a bail jumper last seen burning rubber in her husband's pink Cadillac. But Tommy isn't the only one searching for Lou Ann. There's also a gang of neo-Nazis who want the counterfeit bills hidden in her car trunk. Although Nowak gets to her first, his assignment becomes a touch more difficult when he starts to fall for Lou Ann -- and her husband, Roy (Timothy Carhart), comes into the picture.

  
  I don't consider Pink Cadillac a terrible movie, just one I probably won’t remember fondly and a very indistinct movie in Clints filmography, probably why it isn’t…

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  Review by matt lynch ★★½

  Even though I feel like I can be forgiven for expecting (maybe even really needing) this to be EVERY WHICH WAY 3, at least in spirit...Goddammit, that's what it should be. But despite the welcome presence of Geoff Lewis and Clint Eastwood: Master of Disguise, it's seriously low on mayhem, drinking, country music, absurd cameos, and casual sex, and it's still almost 2 hours long. Bernadette Peters, much as I love her, is no Clyde. She might not even be Sondra Locke.

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  Review by Ⓢⓒⓘ-Ⓕⓘ Ⓦⓐⓢⓐⓑⓘ🍥 ★★½

  I can track fugitives buddy, I don't go around after whacked out ex-cons that carry automatic weapons

  Yeah, right Eastwood!

  He plays a bounty hunter after a wrongly accused woman who skipped bail in a pink cadillac with a quarter million in counterfeit bills. And it wouldn't be much of a movie unless the bad guys were after the cash too.

  It's not exactly an intense action thriller, more of a road trip drama with the occasional sprinkle of action. The main characters were solid, I just felt it dragged for longer than it needed to and didn't exactly have a satisfying ending; they literally just drive away from the bad gangs' camp and that's it! Do the baddies just…

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  Review by gibson8 ★★

  An appalling plot and uninspired opening sequence which evokes the ramshackle comedy of the 'Which Way films, is improved a little when Bernadette Peters meets up with Eastwood's skip tracer.

  Michael Des Barres actually calls him tracer which is weird. You could be forgiven for thinking that Eastwood's character is called Skip Tracer. Actually Des Barres is a weird dude full stop. A British rock singer who specialised in a fake American guttural roar which he uses here to go all White Supremacy over Eastwood's republican ass.

  An inexplicable 2 hr running time just irritates as does Stephen Dorff's dad's soundtrack which tries to mimic the AOR from the featured recording artists.

  What's with Jim Carrey and Clint Eastwood. He was in two of his films when starting out?

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  Review by Jordan Beaumont Anderson ★★★½

  Your skin. It is so soft. Like Velveeta. Y'know, Vel-vee-ta.

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  Whatya got for me, buddy?

  I told you. I told you. I got little Walter Drucker, the schmuck who gave me this defective microwave for collateral. He is sitting downtown at the Golden Bear Motel, waiting to be plucked. Like an apple on a tree.

  Why don't you let one of the kids handle him? There's no fun in the Walter Druckers of the world.

  Oh! Fun! Well, Mr. Bring-'Em-Back-Alive wants a big fun fix. Hey! If I may quote the immortal Olivia Newton-John, "Have you never been mellow? Have you never triiiiiiiied?"

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  There is an undeniable, awkward, dad joke charm to Clint's insistence that he do voices…

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  Review by Carlos Urias ★★★ 2

  En vida siempre hay que tener metas, considero que tener un cadillac 1959 color rosa es la más importante

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  Review by indi ½

  can't believe this movie had pre-fame jim carrey doing the worst elvis impression I have ever seen for a sum total of exactly ten seconds of screen time during which I herniated a disk in my back from laughing so hard and yet it was still fucking AWFUL

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  Review by Oneepiexe ★★★½ 1

  Knapp zehn Jahre nach Clint Eastwoods zweiteiliger Filmreihe bestehend aus DER MANN AUS SAN FERNANDO und MIT VOLLGAS NACH SAN FERNANDO schloss er sich 1989 wieder mit bekannten Gesichtern wie Buddy Van Horn (dem Regisseur von Teil Zwei) und Geoffrey Lewis (einem der Hauptdarsteller) zusammen und brachte PINK CADILLAC ins Kino. Doch vermutlich haben sich alle Beteiligten ein wenig mehr vom Film erhofft, denn an den Kinokassen floppte er und wirklich gut fand das Ding auch niemand. Nun saß ich gestern Abend gut 30 Jahre später vor meiner Glotze und frage mich: Warum eigentlich?

  Denn im Gegensatz zu den in die Jahre gekommenen SAN FERNANDO-Filmen ist PINK CADILLAC auch heute noch ziemlich lustig, kurzweilig und unterhaltsam. Clint Eastwood ist in…

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  Review by Ethan Vestby ★★★½ 1

  I stand by my statement made during the final minutes that this was a better motion picture than The Sacrifice (Tarkovsky, 1986).

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  Review by Joseph ★½ 1

  Happy belated birthday to God Clint and an even more belated RIP to Buddy.

  A rightfully forgotten curio from Clint’s extensive screen career, amusing only for the conceit of Clint stretching his comedic muscles in a Lewisean multiple-persona performance and its ridicule of white supremacy. Proof of its worthlessness: my father watched the entire climax absolutely unenthused.