This is so formulaic. The renegade reporter who has ruined his marriage, is sleeping with everyone's wife, and uses unconventional methods to find stories, has an interview with a condemned man. He decides quickly the man is innocent, based on some pretty casual observations. The movie than degenerates into a series of touching moments with the wife and daughter of the man saying goodbye and all the usual stuff leading up to the needle. Meanwhile, Clint to the rescue. Most of the coincidences and discoveries are so far fetched, we can't buy into things. I won't ruin the ending, but I will say I really felt unfulfilled. Clint is good as the sober, totally immersed guy who has been trouble wherever he goes. James Woods is the crusty Perry White guy who hates what is going on, but then gives his blessing. Dennis Leary is a schmuck. It's just a pretty weak effort from someone we've come to ask for more. He certainly delivered it later.