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True Crime (1999)
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Director:
Clint Eastwood |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Drama/Thriller |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
Forbrytelsen |
RUNNING
TIME
127
minutes |
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Producer:
Clint Eastwood
Richard D. Zanuck
Lili Fini Zanuck |
Screenwriter (based on the novel by Andrew Klavan):
Larry Gross
Paul Brickman
Stephen Schiff |
Review
Clint Eastwood plays lothario
leading man for the last time, hitting up 20-somethings in bars and
having affairs with 30-somethings in motels. He is an investigative
journalist who is assigned to write a "routine" death row
article, but ends
up digging deeper into the case than his editor requested. Clint is certainly fit
and trim for a soon-to-be 70-year-old, but he whispers
– or rather hisses –
all his lines and looks like a walking talking anachronism in the film's
turn-of-the-millennium newsroom. Only when the crime storyline
takes centre stage and reveals some fine and weighty (albeit predictable
and somewhat weary) human drama does the film come alive and Eastwood
starts appearing like something resembling his former self. That's
Eastwood's own daughter Francesca playing his on-screen child. And her
mother Frances Fisher appears in a one-scene cameo as a D.A.
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