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The true crime is this movie’s shallowness.

TrueCrime_captionTRUE CRIME has the potential to be a powerful thought experiment, exploring the psychology behind the perception of what True Crime truly is. Aside from implicit racism, no real issues are broached in this dialogue-driven Clint Eastwood actioner. From an Andrew Klaven novel, directed by Eastwood, TRUE CRIME is merely the tale of a wrongly-convicted murderer on death row, Frank Beechum (played stolidly by Isaiah Washington) and curmudgeon reporter Steve Everett’s (Eastwood) 11th-hour hunt for the truth to grant his stay of execution.

The question of what criteria constitutes True Crime is never raised. The plot involves a young black man robbing a grocery store and accidentally killing the pregnant female clerk, while Beechum happens to be in the store. Beechum is convicted for the crime on the tried-and-true Whitey charge of “Black And Nearby.” To really bite at the meat of the movie’s title, we would be exploring who is more of a criminal: the robber-murderer, or the congressperson whose mismanagement of social policy created the necessity for the robber to turn to crime for survival in the first place.

In other words, is the bottom rung of society to blame for their survival instincts, when those instincts are only brought into prominence because white-collar criminals create a disparity of wealth in society to begin with?

Instead, slap a little racism in there – keep the deep thinkers at bay.

There are a few too-convenient plot points and pulp coincidences, and we shudder to think how a less talented director might have made a mush of them. Only Eastwood directing Eastwood can get away with contrivances like Everett knowing the governor personally and later calling in a favor in the dead of night when the clock is ticking down; only Eastwood directing Eastwood can make sexagenarian Everett a convincing skirt-chaser, involved with a fellow reporter’s (Denis Leary‘s) wife. Only Eastwood directing Eastwood, etc.

For the simple story it is, TRUE CRIME hits its marks and pays off: dialogue is snappy, especially the uber-masculine repartee between Eastwood, James Woods (as his editor) and Denis Leary; the principals give nuanced performances – Lisa Gay Hamilton as Washington’s loyal wife, Diane Verona as Everett’s estranged wife, Mary McCormack as a skirt he’s chasing, Michael Jeter as a slimy eyewitness; Bernard Hill as a sympathetic warden and Michael McKean as a boneheaded priest.

Eastwood’s real-life daughter, Francesca Fisher-Eastwood (from ex-wife Frances Fisher), plays his cute little daughter, with whom he plays Speed Zoo, running her past the exhibits in her stroller, exclaiming “We go fast!” in order to get to his appointment on time. He hardly gives her time to even notice the animals, and eventually crashes the stroller. It’s not meant to be – but it’s a metaphor for this movie.


TrueCrime_titleTRUE CRIME (Mar 1999) | R
Director: Clint Eastwood.
Writers: Andrew Klaven, Larry Gross, Paul Brickman, Stephen Schiff.
Starring: Clint Eastwood, Isaiah Washington, James Woods, Denis Leary, Lisa Gay Hamilton, Bernard Hill, Diane Venora, Michael McKean, Michael Jeter, Mary McCormack.
RATINGS-06 imdb
Word Count: 470      No. 501
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