Really baffling decision on Clint’s part to adapt a fairly compelling courtroom drama/murder mystery by way of a floaty, Altman-esque Deep South ethnography piece. But hey, god damn it, it worked for me — the 2.5 hours fly by shockingly fast, the hazy Savannah atmosphere is very fully-realized, and Lady Chablis’s supporting turn as herself is one of the most singular and electric performances in the entire Eastwood filmography. Messy and unfocused, sure, but in a way I could very much enjoy.
