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• Sajin P

  
  An awesome western comedy from Clint Eastwood. For most of the time he is his usual self with his laconic dialogues and his signature snarl. But this time there is a more comic appeal to it, one of the most hilarious scene would be when he keeeps missing his target, looking somewhat… More
  An awesome western comedy from Clint Eastwood. For most of the time he is his usual self with his laconic dialogues and his signature snarl. But this time there is a more comic appeal to it, one of the most hilarious scene would be when he keeeps missing his target, looking somewhat stupid and confused, then turns around and asks Sister Sara, "Errr...Can you shoot?"

• Kase V

  
  A film that carries so much promise, but falls way short. Eastwood could've been worse as drifter Hogan, but I did not enjoy MacLaine's presence onscreen. It's a lackluster film in terms of entertainment and dialogue, but the first scene and climax are big thrills. Who… More
  A film that carries so much promise, but falls way short. Eastwood could've been worse as drifter Hogan, but I did not enjoy MacLaine's presence onscreen. It's a lackluster film in terms of entertainment and dialogue, but the first scene and climax are big thrills. Who would've guessed, both the the scenes I'm referring to include Eastwood doing work with his pistol.

• Carlos M

  
  A mildly entertaining Western with some funny moments. The problem, however, is one illogical twist that takes place during the third act, something that makes not much sense and unfortunately ruins the internal coherence of the story.

• Conner R

  
  For someone who's a huge fan of the Dollar's Trilogy and considers it the most flawless series of movies to ever exist, this is god's fourth gift to mankind. It's the unofficial sequel and conclusion to The Man With No Name. Don Siegel honors everything about the… More
  For someone who's a huge fan of the Dollar's Trilogy and considers it the most flawless series of movies to ever exist, this is god's fourth gift to mankind. It's the unofficial sequel and conclusion to The Man With No Name. Don Siegel honors everything about the trilogy and puts his own juice into it, making for a great movie. It's got everything you could want in a western or a Leone treatment; Ennio Morricone score, Clint Eastwood mowing down the bad guys, an amazing finale and beautiful cinematography. The story is really full and so charming, it's the only real time a relationship is brought to the character. It works extremely well and fuels the whole movie. Shirley Maclaine is so funny and adorable next to Clint Eastwood's dirty hero, pretty much a match made in heaven. Now I'll admit that i'm partial to this for many reasons and it won't suit everyone's wants or needs. That being said, I absolutely love it.

• Daniel J D

  
  It seems like so much more than a western. Eastwood and MacLaine are both hilarious. And Morricone's soundtrack work here might even surpass his work in the Man With No Name Trilogy.

• Dean !

  
  An ok western but no where near as good as Clint Eastwood's other western films.

• xGary X

  
  After Leone's spaghetti western trilogy, Clint ODed on this kind of copycat during the 70s to varying success. This is one of the more mediocre offerings, but Clint displays his usual charisma and the interplay between his amoral drifter and Shirley MacLain'es distrustful… More
  After Leone's spaghetti western trilogy, Clint ODed on this kind of copycat during the 70s to varying success. This is one of the more mediocre offerings, but Clint displays his usual charisma and the interplay between his amoral drifter and Shirley MacLain'es distrustful nun is reasonably entertaining.

• Dean M

  
  Clint Eastwood is the cowboy and Shirley MacLaine is the nun. Things might have been more entertaining if the roles had been reversed.

• The Movie W

  
  Eastwood is an American mercenary on his way to meet with Mexican rebels when he stumbles across Maclaine, a nun, being attacked by three bandits. Upon rescuing her he discovers she has valuable information about the French garrison he is due to attack and so reluctantly lets her tag… More
  Eastwood is an American mercenary on his way to meet with Mexican rebels when he stumbles across Maclaine, a nun, being attacked by three bandits. Upon rescuing her he discovers she has valuable information about the French garrison he is due to attack and so reluctantly lets her tag along. This is probably the most European western not made by or starring any Europeans. It's Mexican locations and supporting cast lend it a sweaty Spaghetti vibe, as does Ennio Morricone's wonderful score and the casting of Eastwood. He plays another variation on "The Man With No Name" except here we do learn his name, Hogan. The Euro westerns often dabbled in left-wing politics, something their American counterparts rarely did, certainly not at surface level. Here the cause is the Mexican Juarista's struggle against the would-be colonising French. Eastwood's anti-hero is only interested in one cause, "the Hogan cause", so with a capitalist mercenary aiding the Juaristas, audiences of either political persuasion can get on board. Eastwood has often acknowledged Siegel's influence on his own directing career and there aren't many better tutors. He's one of those directors who doesn't get enough credit, probably because his career evolved at the wrong time, too late to be considered a "classic" film-maker like Hawks or Ford, too early to be placed alongside "mavericks" like Peckinpah and Hellman. But for me he's a perfect combination of both schools. He has that Old Hollywood knack of being able to produce incredibly subtle camera moves that draw attention to the story, not the camera. One such brilliant example is when Eastwood and Maclaine arrive at a small village, the camera sweeping under a bridge to gradually reveal a busy market, it's paper-mache colors a stunning contrast to the rugged land we've travelled thus far. At the same time he can portray grit and realism as well as any young seventies rebel, "Dirty Harry" a prime example of this. His movies also span a range of genres as varied as Billy Wilder. It's hard to believe this movie is from the man who gave us the original "Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers". Liz Taylor was originally due to play Maclaine's role which would have made it a very different and much less involving movie. MacLaine is excellent here and her casting creates a steamy sexual tension which wouldn't have been convincing between Eastwood and Taylor. Somewhat lost in the transition between Old Hollywood and New, "Two Mules" is a movie well worth rediscovering.

• Mike N

  
  [font=Verdana][font=verdana]Hello. My name is Neum. I am a human being (contrary to popular belief). As a human, I experience such typical feelings as self-indulgence, pain, and hunger. There are other sensations too, I think. But they're all overrated. I'm just kidding. I… More
  [font=Verdana][font=verdana]Hello. My name is Neum. I am a human being (contrary to popular belief). As a human, I experience such typical feelings as self-indulgence, pain, and hunger. There are other sensations too, I think. But they're all overrated. I'm just kidding. I don't even know who rates this stuff, let alone overrate it. I'm too busy indulging myself in distractions to care.[/font][/font] [font=Verdana][font=Verdana]And kidding. I'm busy doing that too.[/font][/font] [font=Verdana][font=Verdana]They say humans have dreams & ambitions, a want to accomplish things. But, [i]they [/i]wonder if it's just an illusion humans keep to maintain stability in a world full of tragedies and miracles. They say a lot of things like that; usually in doubtful whispers. As a human, I won't kid myself into thinking that reality doesn?t have its vice on many an aspiration. Yet I also like to indulge in fantasy, in beautiful optimism, and know that there is more to dreaming than simply guiding you for that next step. That there are a thousand steps to be taken yet. There will be many accomplishments to speak of! If I ever get un-busy being distracted, that is. And alas, pain sometimes keeps me from dreaming too much. Or, I illogically dream of reasons why I shouldn't dream. Hmm. I'm obviously experiencing some atypical human sensations. I should look into this. Maybe even go with it. Infrequent or not, experiencing such sensations is important to me. As a human.[/font][/font] [font=Verdana][font=Verdana]I took about several hundred thousand steps this past weekend in [/font][font=Verdana]Yosemite [/font][font=Verdana]National Park[/font][font=Verdana], a sort of epic playground for the Gods, with stone chutes, granite ladders, and ranks of trees crowding around them. On Sunday, I walked close to 17 miles with about 5000 feet in elevation change in my trek to the top of Half Dome. For a frame of reference (and to spice up the entry), here's a picture:[/font][/font] [font=Verdana] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/Yosemite1.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]It was no easy task to be sure. First, I had to deal with my [/font][font=Verdana]Yosemite[/font][font=Verdana] camping cohort & official provider of the vehicle, [b]the Roommate[/b]. The Roommate was nothing short of a loud whine 3 feet from your ear on repeat. With his attitude, I'm surprised he could even will himself to walk. Over and over he would complain about wanting to shorten the trip, refusing to listen to my camping & hiking advice, and explicitly stating his lack of desire to wake up in the diminishing darkness before dawn to attempt [i]the[/i] paramount hike in [/font][font=Verdana]Yosemite[/font][font=Verdana]. Such the defeatist. Though we did find bear paw marks and even bear slobber on the car in the morning (we had no food inside, though), he took it rather well. But aside from that, bleh. One night he hit the sack before 8, so I made the campfire by myself, roasting 'mallows?by myself. He had no interest in the campfire. *sigh* The s'mores were good as usual, but has anybody tried half a roasted marshie between two Nilla wafers with some peanut butter? A name for that would be inconsequential, since it's darn good no matter what you call it. Maybe humans should be like that too; content over categorization... Yyyyeah. :rolleyes: :p Anyways, to be fair, the Roommate claims that he had a headache. To be fairer, the Roommate's just a damn lame-o. :D (I kid, sort of) He doesn?t realize that it's not a camping trip unless you get sweaty socks, dirty fingernails & smoky pants. He's got a horn so green he'd make any heffalump or woosel jealous. In short, he was such a draaaag, maaan. [/incessant complaining][/font] [font=Verdana]Embellishments aside (not really), the Roommate was plodding at a frustratingly slow pace on the hike. Half Dome felt a year away with his literal "baby steps" hiking philosophy, and he probably wouldn't survive the winter. Not that I worried about him like that. In fact, my desire to reach the top was temporarily transformed into hatching a plan to extort 3 months of rent out of him before I dispose of his non-whining carcass somewhere in the shadow of the mountain. [i]The valley echoed with scattered whispers.[/i] But then I thought of the daylight I'd lose in doing so, and the insanely weird process of picking a new roommate ("I'm sorry, but you're just not qualified to live with me."), and then my mind tried to wander into brighter thoughts, but d'argh!, pain was tugging it back.[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/JournalHikingSign1.bmp[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]Pain is a leash. You can't think too far from it. Your body is manacled by it. Yet somehow, we must overcome it by whatever faculties we can summon. We must cut the leash. If we want to "prevail" anyway. But, what if we don't want to? What if we want to give up sometimes, and embrace pain like a cold pillow filled with rocks? Indulging in masochism, wallowing in failure, being that defeatist. Besides, failure's a more powerful lesson in life. Sure, many humans have their own tales of victory in the trenches, overcoming one thing or another, and that's wonderful. But it's failure that we can all really relate to. The victories are the things we dream about. And as we dream, the memories of our missed opportunities gently fade into a refocusing for that next step or the aspiration towards making the next thousand. But of my leash, well, I was still feeling a medley of bouncing pain when I began the march to Half Dome. Stupid body and its stupid defectiveness! Stupid mortality! Now, I'm not trying to elevate myself above other humans with a tale of accomplishment and overcoming pain while everybody else is "wallowing in failure." (Or do I? ;)) I, too, have failed countless times. This is merely one tale. You're just all gathered round the campfire with me to listen. :)[/font] [font=Verdana]Funnily enough, the hurt I brought to the hike ebbed as I carried further along; sort of an exchange for the soreness I was to receive later. Fighting pain with pain. So, as the dull pains began subsiding (and it wasn?t that bad, really), I was able to concentrate on the really important things?like looking at my fingers. The burn mark on my finger (mentioned a few journal entries back), once crispy and caramelized (mmm?finger injuries), now was almost completely flaked away to reveal a newer skin with a pinkish hue (I'm just using these parentheses again for more subliminal nonsense. Wheeeee!). Interesting how our own bodies can regenerate new skin. Humans...they are stranger than science fiction. Our brains live in a different dimension when we sleep, our fingers grow their own calcium-based helmets, and our innards, the supposed "gears that keep our bodies turning," look like an oversized dish of spaghetti with meatballs. But perhaps most convincing of all, Michael Jackson is a representative of the human race (contrary to popular belief). Now, whether humanity is more interesting than science fiction is another matter altogether (here's a hint: Blargh). [size=1]I'm a proponent of umprompted blarghery.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/JournalHikingSign2.bmp[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]There were several stretches on this hike where a steep climb of natural stairs towered before me like the Endless Stair. "From the valley floor to the top of the waterfall I fought him, until at last I threw down my backpack and smote the ruin of my Roommate upon the mountainside." So yeah, my patience was being flicked too often to endure the Roommate?s slow-motion shuffle. I had to cut the leash and fly on ahead for a bit. Walking alone, stinky, sweaty, dirty...it was only logical that I befriended the local squirrel community. Initially I didn't think of the squirrels as anything more than a fleeting splotch of fur in all corners of my eyes. But as they began encircling me with greater numbers, I started taking notice. The squirrel is a peaceful animal, so they naturally came seeking friendship (after I convinced them to set down their pointy twig spears). They seemed to enjoy keeping up as I was walking along, but I suspect it was because my food. Yes, squirrels like food. Unusual trait for a splotch of fur. As I came to find out, they'd jump through invisible hoops to earn a wee morsel of your snack. So, I held an audition for the 15 most nimble squirrels, abandoned the hike, took them home, and began touring the US and Mexico with my traveling troupe of flying and tumbling squirrels. I bought them all miniature goggles and named them all "Rocky." It was a rollicking good portion of my life, up until the lawsuit. It was then when I conveniently stepped into that wrinkle in the fabric of the space-time continuum (hey, I thought it was a quarter!), and was transported back in time, back to Yosemite, to where the squirrels were still squeaking at me for food. Given this second opportunity, I decided mid-chuckle that I should finish the hike this time. However, if a punning moose came clambering up to me at that moment... Alas, my deep and loving friendship with the squirrels could remain, but only at a distance. Don't want those little bastards taking my food.[/font] [font=Verdana]This carried on for quite some time, or felt like it anyway. I had little concentration going on other than keeping one foot in front of the other. The tree-lined path was like an endless hallway. As much as I love nature, it does tend to repeat itself. Which is why granite behemoths like Half Dome & El Capitan are so prominent. Don't see too many of those in the world. The most exciting part of this leg of the ascent was the occasional tree rustling and a sudden thud. "Ooh, a thud!" *is excited* Of course, I'd curiously look around upon such a thud. [i]The forest echoed with innocence. [/i]Just a pine cone falling from a tree. Or it could've been a squirrel spontaneously petrifying. And I'll have my stink to thank for that.[/font] [font=Verdana]There were times when I had to wait for the Roommate for over an hour to catch up. Lizards, squirrels, and squirrel wannabes aka chipmunks all stopped by to say "I'm hungry." Despite the selfish reason they were surrounding me for, St. Francis of Assisi would still be mildly proud. I not only seemed friendly to the squirrels, but to all animals of the forest! All the glorious, spectacularly dull creatures of the wilderness - unite with me!, I declared. Except for birds. Foul demon-creatures that squawk their wretched siren songs to scramble your brains they are! *is suddenly banished to a Hitchcock film* ACK![/font] [font=Verdana]A[/font][font=Verdana]ctually, it would be kind of neat to live inside a movie. Live a cliché, have a simple cast of one-dimensional characters in your life, knowing what you want to do, and survive all the whiz-bang destruction and gut-wrenching drama your story has to offer. My soundtrack would not suck. Plus, all the zombies and hilarious one-liners I could ever want. Sure, the zombies would grunt but they'd never whine, and I wouldn't feel guilty for leaving them behind in a hike. As long as the happy ending expectantly came rolling around. Really though, there are some emotions you experience in film that would be nice to relive. And not just film, but other forms of art too. I've often wished I could live in a Beach Boys chorus, on the Candy Land game board, in a Shakespeare comedy, or heck, even living in a pretty smile (so long as there were no toothpicks involved). Not to mention the worlds within art yet to be created. It's one thing to have impossible abstract wishes like that, but trying to recapture moments of passion and exuberance found in such art is an honest pursuit. I want that in my life too. ...Um, this has nothing to do with anything, really. I'm wasting your time and I don't care :). Actually, now would be a good time for a bathroom break if you need it. I?m not going anywhere.[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://www.patc.net/images/outhouse.gif[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]Oh, while you're up, you might as well grab a snack. I recommend snicker doodles. I recommend lots of things, but this time specifically, it's snicker doodles. And why not? Snicker doodles have reached knighthood in the kingdom of cookies. They know how to taste good. And, it's fun to say "snicker doodle." If you're lucky, a band of rabid squirrels will come to you for your snack. Opportunity is clawing at the foot of your door.[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://www.donnab.com/nss-folder/scrapbook/Feb09_12.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]I'm not going to ask you if you're comfortable, since I gave you ample opportunity to ensconce yourself in a relaxing position.[/font] [font=Verdana]*clears throat*[/font] [font=Verdana]*slightly escalates intensity of moving background music*[/font] [font=Verdana]*belching noise*[/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Oops. Wrong button.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana]*distant dramatic thunder*[/font] [font=Verdana]As I progressed even nearer to the top, the number of visible hikers actually increased. I would walk past a number of hikers, some I had recognized earlier in the day, or a quite a few would be on their way down. "It's worth it" all the downhill trekkers kept saying. I wondered when I'd get to be one of those people, offering tiny nuggets of faux-encouragement with a robotic "It's worth it" to hopeful passersby. Then I beguiled myself to think that people were being randomly generated over the horizons to just appear before me, with their various Hello's and Hey there's. None of these people are real, I thought. Their ambitions, their dreams...not real. Their accomplishments, their past...never existed. They were made to say what they said. It was what happens to those who disappear over horizons. [i]They[/i] replace you. You cannot trust- *thud*...a pine cone falling from a tree? [i]My mind echoed with laughter.[/i] *shakes head* Even when pretending, the sun can warp your thought processes to produce interesting results. :p[/font] [font=Verdana]The final climb to the top was treacherous. After a mercilessly steep stairway of carved rock, you still have the final cable walkway on the cliff face at a 50 degree angle or worse. I couldn't imagine being one of those daring souls who even [i]created[/i] this path. It was your standard issue hike before all of this. On either side of the cable pathway, you could see fleece jackets, cameras, and pagers sitting there on the rock face, waiting to catch a greater breeze to take it all the way down to Half Dome's stony toes. There was even a cell phone out there (probably some poor sap trying to get better reception). It is much too dangerous to even attempt to go retrieve them. That?s how "safe" this cable walkway is. :p When walking so vertically, there was one inescapable certainty in my mind at that point: this is not a place for those with a gripping fear of heights. Just to get beyond the intimidation factor of how steep it looks from afar takes a small dose of derringdo. Oh boy, more pictures![/font] [font=Verdana]It's not so bad...right?[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/Yosemite2.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]Here's me, watching the world. I must be careful as to not overexpose myself to you guys. I don't want to de-mystify the Neum (except for those who have met me - it's already ruined for them).[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/Yosemite3.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]A nice cliff overlook...[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/Yosemite4.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]Me eating people. Hey, I was hungry! (flattering pic too ;))[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/Yosemite5.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]The top. Sweet, sweet topness. "It's worth it." *robot head pops off*[/font] [font=Verdana]At some point, I realized that I brought my credit card with me on the hike. The reason why hadn't dawned on me until I reached the top, where there lay a Starbucks. *cue foghorn*[/font] [font=Verdana]I had expended a lot of energy making a speedy final push, so the first thing I wanted to do on the top was to find a comfy rock to die on. Instead, I dreamed. [i]The skies echoed with deep breaths.[/i] Early on I caught myself drifting, as it seems to get really noisy when you nod off, like all your sensory inputs rising to a crescendo as they cram into your brain at once. Finally I found that smooth passage into short, swift slumber. I dreamt of clouds. Just clouds, passing in the sky above me like little white danishes on a great blue conveyer belt. There were actually no clouds out at all, save for a few small ones lurking behind far-off mountains. I like it that sometimes there is clearer meaning in my unconscious existence, because it's not so easy to figure in my conscious life. ;)[/font] [font=Verdana]I gradually roamed around Half Dome's giant cranium, tickling its scalp with my bitty little feet, trying to grasp for various words for the moment, but I just kept thinking the same ones. I'm sure you've all had certain words latch onto you before, and you find yourself repeating them in a short period of time. They're like monkeys dueling at the top of a banana tree, kicking others off. These words burrow themselves in and volunteer to be used every chance they get. An unintentional "word of the week" mentality. Fortunately, I wasn?t counting on just that moment for words. Plus, there's always these to help:[/font] [font=Verdana]"Rocky #12," lost somewhere in a disbanded future[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/~veggetto/wasted_squirrel.jpg[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]The descent was unmistakably less appealing. First off, you've seen it all before. It's all backtracking. Second, you're tired as hell, the sun is falling, and the winds are kicking up the trembling dust, just so you'd walk right through dust cloud after dust cloud. If you were chewing gum through such dust clouds, it would become crunchy. Third, [insert trademark 3rd example here that somehow makes the point that much more convincing].[/font] [font=Verdana]"Another day's useless energy spent." That's a line from a cool Moody Blues poem (not terribly original). I wonder how much energy I have used in my life, and how much of it has been a waste (relative term). How much energy will I continue to waste? Is my life best spent at a computer each work day? Of course I know the answer to that. However, it's nice to look at my entire day spent hiking while keeping that line in mind, and know that it doesn't apply. Sure, whenever I stopped, my legs would jiggle like somebody inserted a quarter into my ankle, but that just means I did something useful with them. Energy well spent.[/font] [font=Verdana]It's always in the culminating moments of an event like "a big hike to Half Dome" where I begin to think of the memory as a movie. Maybe I was living in the movie after all. ;) Had plenty of one-dimensional characters, a bit of drama, some great one-liners, and some killer pine cone action. "Neum's Memory of Half Dome?starring: Those 2 Older Guys Who Always Laughed! A New-Age German Couple! The Old Man & His Son! That One Hot Girl And Those Other People With Her That I Didn?t Notice! The Drooling Bear! The Roommate (deceased)! Michael Jackson! And: Neum as Neum!" And the soundtrack won?t suck.[/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/JournalHikingSign3.bmp[/img][/font] [font=Verdana]Even with all that, I couldn't help but feel that I had a skewed sense of accomplishment immediately afterwards. I thought the failure of not making it to the top would be greater than the achievement. Not quite the catharsis I had in mind. I was probably too grizzled and beat, though, to really enjoy it in the moment. And like the foreteller I am, it settled in the next day, and I felt pretty good about it. Hiking Half Dome is the sort of thing that I didn?t expect to do, but did it anyway, and realized afterwards that it is accomplishments like this, however mild in the grand scheme, was something that I wanted to do all along. It's my scaled mountain?a victory in the trench. Shoot, even the Roommate made it all the way, and he was less amiable than the squirrels. He was a human indulging in triumph, having cut a few leashes of his own. I suppose humans have persistence going for them as well. I did for writing this entry anyway. It took me all evening and some late afternoon to write. No wonder I was putting it off all week. I had no idea it would unfold so long, and I don't want to think about all the superfluous nonsense I can cut out. I'm done with it![/font] [font=Verdana]If you're still reading...Congratulations! You've just conquered a mountain of words. It was no easy task to be sure. ;) You humans have now accomplished something! I am more than happy to contribute something important to your lives. It's a mutual fulfillment. Now you're all ready to continue down the long and winding trail. Run off and dream! Fail! Achieve! Indulge! Prevail! Be pained! Live your movie! Live your art! Just have a donut handy the next time I see you, because I'm probably going to be hungry by then.[/font] [/font] [font=Verdana][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/neumdaddy/JournalHikingSign4.bmp[/img][/font]

• Deb S

  
  "Two mules for Sister Sara" is a pleasantly rolling and enjoyable western whereby Hogan (Clint Eastwood) plays his usual laconic drifter self rescuing a nun Sister Sara (Shirley MacLaine) from a group of murderous rapists in the Mexican desert. Hogan is persuaded into… More
  "Two mules for Sister Sara" is a pleasantly rolling and enjoyable western whereby Hogan (Clint Eastwood) plays his usual laconic drifter self rescuing a nun Sister Sara (Shirley MacLaine) from a group of murderous rapists in the Mexican desert. Hogan is persuaded into helping Sister Sara when he learns that she is wanted by the French for helping the Mexican rebels but MacLaine's nun is not all that she appears to be and has a dirty little secret.(we see her sneaking off to grab a few sly puffs of a cigar and drinking whiskey early in the picture.) Later Hogan learns that they share the same goal; to help the rebels attack a French fort, the only difference is that Hogan is doing it for the contents of the strongbox and Sara is doing it to help free Mexico. I recommend this movie to fans of Clint Eastwood and Shirley MacClaine, it is not the best but still enjoyable and worth watching at least once.

• Leo L

  
  Hilarious!

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