Clint is at it again. Imperfect reporter (i.e.:
ex-drunk, current womanizer, unable to feel
compassion) has nose for the truth. When the
newswoman assigned to a "human interest" death row
case dies before the convict -- Clint and his hunch
are given less than 24 hours to pick up the pieces
and free the wrongly accused man (Isaiah Washington).
Can it be done?
This is the old gritty Clint -- the "Do you feel
lucky punk?" Clint. Extra camera time is given to
cigarette lighting and snuffing to remind you that
this is the tough Eastwood of yesteryear.
I was liking it, then it was getting boring, then
it got exciting and interesting and even got me all
choked up. Then, in a last minute ditch effort to
save a life, a completely inebriated Eastwood walks
his red nose into the bar door on his way out, drives
as fast as he can on a rainy night (with an innocent
passenger), pulls his emergency brake on a
particularly dangerous piece of road in order to set
two trailing squad cars spinning (Dukes-of-Hazard
style). I mean, I'm there routing for him to save the
death row guy -- but come on, not at the expense of
whacking a couple of officers, and a jogger in his
Other than that, some text book foreshadowing in
the form of a green crayon and crying child could
have used some toning down.
Oh, and James Woods is absolutely wonderful as
Eastwood's Chief Editor. He plays the same hardball,
yet light-hearted, lovable character that he played
in "Hercules" the animated feature.