Clint Eastwood wrongfully casts himself in a part that is written for someone in their 40's....not 70's! You'll cringe as he hits on a woman who's maybe 24. Then 5 minutes later he's naked in bed with a women who's maybe 35. He looks like the friggin' cryptkeeper....especially with his shirt off. This movie could easily have been 90 minutes not the 2 hours+ it is. It seriously has enough plot for a 30 minute tv episode. The writing sucks,the acting sucks,the direction sucks. The only good thing i can say about it is that James Woods was pretty hilarious reading this horrible script. I still feel bad for everyone involved.
Review of True Crime
