Tomm2 The dude forcing an extended kiss on a woman and the attempted rape in AWW You Can don't seem hilarious these days, but taking Clyde to the zoo with drugs so he is prepared to knock out a female so he can rape her? Funny movie and whatnot, but, golly.

stephen7272 Only men/boys without girlfriends could enjoy this movie.In spite of the final fight scenes this is not a homo erotic movie. This is a movie about single males finding their way of dealing with emotional loneliness by absorbing themselves in testosterone fuelled fantasies of fighting the bad guys and making new buddies in the process.It's always handy to be a member of a gang, even if it's just your brother, mother and a pet called Clyde. The entire plot of the movie can be easily resolved by the guy saying "I love you." to the girl of his dreams, but strong men don't say that do they. In other words, this is a movie for young men who cannot find the words to say to the girl next door; so they use their fists instead. You too can be like Philo Bedo; or you can become a lawyer and earn a decent living and get the girl. Being a successful lawyer is much much harder than being a bare-knuckled boxer.

dunmore_ego "Right turn, Clyde!" – and the orangutan's fist shoots out the passenger window, impacting anyone dumb enough to have their face there. It's just one of many running gags in this inexplicable, fuzzy film.Any Which Way You Can (sequel to Every Which Way But Loose) opens with an illegal street fight, pitting bareknuckle street machine Philo Beddoe (Clint Eastwood) – now a local legend – against a Marine-beating bent cop, cheered on by a rowdy mix of truckers, crooked cops and busty chickie babes.While Philo ogles some jiggling boob, the cop catches him unawares. Before he rises from the sand, Philo gives his opponent a menacing look – that tilted head with one eye slightly squinting… All I know in this world is: you don't wanna be on the receiving end of the Clint Glare. Ever. In short measure, the cop goes down. Meanwhile, Philo's orangutan, Clyde, has crapped in one of the squad cars… Any Which Way You Can, written by Stanford Sherman and directed by stuntman extraordinaire, Buddy Van Horn, is one of those rare movies that takes everything good about its predecessor and mashes it up in a big bowl of wrong that tastes just right.One of the reasons this movie works is the palpable camaraderie on set – even between Clint and his "enemies." They've all worked with him before, in a cavalcade of past Clint classics: John Quade (in High Plains Drifter) along with his Black Widow gang of Clint regulars, Dan Vadis (Bronco Billy), William O'Connell (Josey Wales), Bill McKinney (The Gauntlet); underworld bookie Beekman is Harry Guardino (last seen chewing out Dirty Harry); there's the team from Every Which Way, Ruth Gordon once again steaming the screen as trash-talking Ma, Geoffrey Lewis as ever-faithful Orville, Sondra Locke still skeletal and untalented as Philo's girl, Lynn Halsey-Taylor; (the luminous Beverly D'Angelo was sorely missed in this sequel), and then there was Clyde the orang utan, always in the background, yet somehow in the furry foreground whenever a punch or a fart was needed to punctuate the action.Philo is still trying to make ends meet in Anytown San Fernando Valley by rebuilding engines and bareknuckle boxing. A $10,000 underworld match comes his way, against a man-mountain renowned for maiming and killing his opponents, Jack Wilson (William Smith). Philo and Wilson meet unofficially in a – what else? – barroom brawl, eventually befriending each other enough to cancel their bout and anger all the underworld figures who organized the betting stakes. They end up fighting unofficially, the fight growing in intensity and public attention until the whole betting populace of the small town is cheering them on, all bets on.With both competitors pushing 50, we wonder how this plot could even be plausible, yet through a blend of laconic humor and outlandishness, Any Which Way makes it believable, with a wham-bam-thank-you-ham third act that makes you want to do 50 pushups and sit-ups a day, just to look half as good as these veteran, iron-thewed warriors when you're their age.There's nothing deep here; crack a beer, strip down to your wife-beater and just enjoy it. Every which way you look at it, Any Which Way is a Right Turn, Clyde.

possumopossum Clyde stole this movie even more than he stole EVERY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE. But it's still a fun little ride. Clint and Sondra are involved in more dangerous situations, but the resolutions are entertaining and satisfying. We have the old gang back with Ruth Gordon, Geoffrey Lewis, and the motorcycle gang who just don't know when to quit. The ending is sad because you know that it is the end of an era. People who have been together for a long time are now going their own separate ways and living different lives. Still you can't help smiling at the end of this movie. 7 out of 10.RIGHT TURN, CLYDE. (Man, he was one horny ape, wasn't he????)