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Steve Everett est un reporter à la réputation sulfureuse avec un penchant immodéré pour l’alcool et les femmes. Alors qu’il se débat au milieu d’une multitude de problèmes, il est chargé de reprendre la couverture de l’exécution d’un jeune noir du nom de Franck Beechum. Mais très vite, Everett a de sérieux doutes sur la culpabilité du condamné à mort, et seul ce qu’il appelle son « flair » le pousse à prouver l’innocence de cet homme que tout accuse… (Warner Bros. Home Ent. FR)

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anglais A masculine variation of The Last Dance with Clint Eastwood in his typically boring, clichéd and overused protagonist, who drowns his promising life as a reporter in glasses of alcohol and constantly sticks his hands under someone else’s skirt instead of devoting himself to his family. Eastwood as a director, screenwriter, and actor all in one, but the result is exactly as expected. The story of an innocent black man with his heart in the right place and a devotion to God is interspersed with a few funny moments, typically tough gestures, and a bit of faster-paced shots (approximately the final twenty-minutes). Let's admit it honestly and without compromise, these kinds of movies are no longer interesting. Not because they are necessarily bad, but because there are thousands of them on every corner. And even the excellent cast in this one (James Woods, Bernard Hill, Diane Venora) cannot change that. Eastwood is unable to dynamically film an non-dynamic story, which I consider a tragic offense. ()

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