Most movies have a scene or two that stick in the memory. What I enjoy recalling about 1993’s In the Line of Fire is the sight of poor Clint Eastwood, 62 and not so spry, sprinting after the bad guy (John Malkovich) – huffing, puffing, running his old heart out. I must be a sadist. But this thriller about a Secret Service agent (Eastwood) racing to halt a presidential assassination is mindless good fun. Click here to watch it for free.
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