Every Which Way But Loose, 3/10
This is a Clint Eastwood alleged comedy from 1978. Eastwood plays Philo, a tough guy trucker with a pet orangutan who ends up falling for a one-night stand and chases her around California. That's about the gist of the plot, because there's barely one, let alone a story. It feels like a movie made by someone who's read books about how to make films, but never actually watched one. It's full of half-baked ideas, awkward attempts at comedy, haphazard editing and a borderline nonexistent structure. This is about as "and then" as you can get. Most of the scenes could be rearrangaed in any order, and they happen mostly in isolation regardless of one another. There's zero flow or pacing, the film just awkwardly stumbles from scene to scene in an attempt to have some kind of point or throughline, but never gets even close.
It's an incredibly jumbled and confused experience. It's supposed to be a comedy, but most of the time I was laughing at it instead of with it. There are so many scenes where I went "I guess that could be a joke" and just scratched my head. I refuse to believe that sensibilities have changed so much in ~50 years that this movie is just completely inaccessible to modern audiences. Eastwood's character is a perfect encapsulation of this movie's confusion: he's presented as this tough but sensitive man's man who drives a truck, woos women effortlessly and beats up other tough guys in bareknuckle fist fights on the regular. But he's also broke and lives with his mom and brother. If the movie committed fully to either one, or did some subversive bit about this supposed macho alpha man being in actuality a total loser it could work, but it seemingly tries to do both, and fails completely. It's so meatheaded and dumb in its apparent worldview that I was thinking it might be some kind of satire, because some scenes legit felt like McBain bits from The Simpsons.
The result of this confusion and lack of momentum is that the movie's really boring to watch. I was kind of laughing at it for the first half, and in the second I couldn't wait it to be over. I guess there's some novelty to seeing grotty, everyday 70s California and the movie having an actual orangutan as a character, but boy fucking howdy those factors do not make this even remotely worth it.