In Clint Eastwood’s self-consciously stately film of Dennis Lehane’s cracking thriller, Sean Penn, Tim Robbins and Kevin Bacon are former childhood friends, estranged by trauma, thrown into adult conflict by tragedy following the murder of Penn’s teenage daughter. The novel is raw, seething, but Eastwood’s stern, sober direction makes the film a bit of a slog, worthy but oddly unengaging, stripped of tension and the true sense of place Lehane brought to the book.
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