The 1980 sequel to Every Which Way but Loose, and a better film—smoother, more controlled, with more time for the casual elucidation of place and character. Though it's a loud, vulgar, and occasionally brutal comedy, it never succumbs to the fashion for facetiousness: Clint Eastwood always takes his work seriously, even in a relatively impersonal project like this, and there are moments of moving emotional candor amid the slapstick, flashes on loneliness, forgiveness, and loyalty. No great shakes, but it's rare to see a crowd pleaser with even this level of integrity. I find the milieu—blue-collar California—fascinating in itself, and it is well invoked by William Creber's production design. Buddy Van Horn, a former second-unit man, took the director's credit on this one, though his open, elegant framing is suspiciously close to Eastwood's own. With Sondra Locke, Geoffrey Lewis, William Smith, and Ruth Gordon. 116 min.