True Crime

True Crime is a solid thriller about a reporter, Steve 'Ev' Everett, who is a womanizer and an ex-alcoholic to boot. When one of his colleagues dies in an accident, Everett is asked to take over the assignment. He only has to write a human interest story about a young black man, Beechum, who will shortly be executed for the murder of a pregnant woman, but Everett is an old dog whose nose tells him that something is not right.

Apart from the nail-biting race against the time towards the end of the movie, True Crime is not in a hurry to tell its story.

Clint Eastwood is looking more old and haggard in this movie that I have ever seen him before. He may go as an alcoholic, but he is hardly believable as a womanizer who charms every 20-year-old chick he meets. Maybe it is time that he handed over the part of the hero to someone else.