THIS FILM IS GROSS
OK, I'm about 30 years too old to be using a word like "gross," but I have to say that I did feel queasy throughout much of this film.
The theme (execution of an innocent man) is stressful to start, which I can handle, but then add in mostly unpleasant people saying/doing nasty things and, well ... gag me with a spoon.
Let me start with the venerable-yet-ancient Eastwood, as director, casting himself as the lead, who is apparently a real ladies man. Yeah, a married, 69-year-old (his age when the film came out), alcoholic reporter for the "Oakland Tribune," driving a beater, reeking of cigarettes, and wearing pants about six inches too long is gonna be a real babe magnet. He's 44 years older than the reporter he's hitting on in the bar, 29 years older than Bob's wife, and 38 years older than Lucy Liu.
Look, I don't begrudge an old dude chasing young tail (been there), but what kind of fairyland have we entered when we have to watch Bob's still-hot wife staring lovingly at Clint's half-naked, wrinkly body and caressing his saggy old pecs.
This is such an ego trip for Eastwood. He did the same damn thing in Bridges of Madison County with Streep, who is 19 years younger.
Hardly any character (other than the condemned and his family) acts in a civilized way: cavalier discussions between Clint and his bosses about him banging their wives (funny in their frankness, but just so crude and ugly) ... Clint's wife insisting that he take off from work (and an important assignment) to bring his daughter to the zoo (WTF! He has to WORK, lady, so you can play with the kid all day.) ... the manipulative, repulsive reverend ... the slimy male witness who, yeah, did lie about seeing a gun in Beechum's hand so he could be a big shot ... the nasty female prosecutor who just doesn't give a beep that there's possible evidence to free a condemned man (sadly, probably all too often true in the real world) ... the street dude harassing passersby ... the warden and his staff with their black humor (although I did think the warden was painted somewhat sympathetically).
All in all, not a bad film, competently acted. It held my attention to the end (keeping me up to 4:30 a.m.). And I appreciate the idea of a protagonist who can be such a f-up, but still do the right thing. I just felt I needed a shower after wading (virtually) through two hours of such unpleasantness.
"Funny like a clown? I amuse you, I make you laugh? I'm here to f--kin' amuse you?"