The Enforcer (1976) review

The progressive Mayor of San Francisco (John Crawford) is demanding more "equality" in the police department, so when a radical group of domestic terrorists who call themselves the People's Revolutionary Strike Force - led by Vietnam Vet Bobby Maxwell (DeVeren Bookwalter) - start murdering folks and swipe a ton of explosives, destructive (but effective) Inspector Harry Callahan (Clint Eastwood) is partnered with Kate Moore (Tyne Daly) to apprehend them.  While this third entry in the Dirty Harry pentalogy is lacking in inventiveness and creativity - and with a final "showdown" at Alcatraz that's quite a bit rushed through (it finishes up with a tragic loss that isn't wholly unexpected) - it does have a "lighter" feel than the previous two movies (with a few jokes here and there), and Clint's still made of titanium, driving into a liquor store and racking up bills for the city.  It would have been nice, too, to learn a little about the psychology of Maxwell (other than he was released from the service on a "Section 8") and his followers: does killing innocent people and kidnapping a politician make up for the past?  Are they just mad at the world in general?  And, for that matter, who isn't?