Another Eastwood, this time from the early 1980s. The cinematography is washed out, just right for some seamy police work in pre-Katrina New Orleans. It tries to fish for a new angle on the psycho-thriller but that particular character is shallowly drawn and implausibly generic, along the lines of Malkovitch in In the Line of Fire. The focus is on the cop played by Eastwood, a bit of a down-at-heel Dirty Harry who gets organised with the lady from the rape crisis centre. Arnie plays a similar cop in End of Days; was it never a cliché?
Again, I saw this on the strength of that New Yorker article. Overall OK but difficult to talk up as anything great. One for the Underbelly crowd.
