Clint Eastwood is no longer the
box-office force he was 20 years ago but, at 72, he still has a rugged,
spare filmmaking style that is exactly right for the film version of Michael
Connelly's best-selling "Blood Work."
Some may argue that Eastwood is too old to play Terrill McCaleb, the
retired FBI agent at the center of this story. Eastwood, who looks a good
10 years younger than he is, has the vitality to be plausible as someone
only two years removed from a law-enforcement job, cut down by a severe
heart problem. Though the book's hero is in his early 40s, the resonance
remains the same: a lifelong man of action, whose own body has done what
law-breakers were never able to.
As he chases down a serial killer, McCaleb has a heart attack and collapses.
The suspect escapes, though not before McCaleb wounds him. The story then
jumps forward two years, where it finds McCaleb living on his boat in
a marina near Los Angeles. He is a post-operative heart-transplant recipient,
having nearly died before a heart became available to save his life.
His forced retirement is interrupted by a woman, Graciella Rivers (Wanda
De Jesus), who walks on to his boat uninvited. She hands him a photograph
of her sister, saying that the woman was a murder victim in a convenience
store robbery and that the police have stopped investigating after running
out of leads. She asks for his help, though McCaleb protests that he is
retired.
Then Graciella drops the bomb: It is her sister's heart that McCaleb
received in his transplant. This changes everything for McCaleb. He views
himself as the beneficiary of an act of evil, something he spent his whole
career battling.
When McCaleb decides to look into the matter, however, he runs into
all kinds of opposition: from the headstrong cops who feel the former
fed is making them look bad and from his doctor (Angelica Huston), who
fears that he is endangering his own recovery by taking on too much.
The mystery itself is a compelling one, pulling McCaleb back into a
case he had given up on. But Eastwood's real accomplishment here is the
creation of this character, whose seemingly robust presence belies his
own fragile state. Eastwood's sometimes surly squint can't mask the physical
(and psychological) pain of a man still recuperating from having his heart
replaced.
Thankfully, screenwriter Brian Helgeland (who won an Oscar for "L.A.
Confidential") doesn't stomp too hard on the notion that McCaleb is being
guided by the spirit of the woman whose heart he received. And, while
the film retains the book's romantic storyline, it is understated and
agreeable.
Helgeland also streamlines Connelly's story to retain the essential
elements and, if anything, make it a more interestingly twisted tale.
Connelly aficionados may be upset at the liberties that Helgeland and
Eastwood take but the heart of the story - the pun is intentional - remains
the same, as do the emotions it deals with.
Eastwood may still be casting himself in love scenes with women half
his age (a common mistake for aging movie stars) but he at least manages
to look chagrined about it and keeps that part of the film in the background.
He's more interested in portraying a man at an unhappy turning point in
his life, when he suddenly realizes that he may not be able to do what
needs to be done.
Lean and to the point, "Blood Work" is a step up from the last couple
of Eastwood efforts, with a stronger plot and a more intriguing character.
If it's not flashy, it also has nary an ounce of phoniness to it; it's
no-nonsense filmmaking from start to finish.