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<font size="2"><p>Movie Review
<font size="4"><br>True Crime</font>
<br>by Gary Johnson</font>
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<p><font size="6" color="#FF0000"><b>W</b></font>ith <i>True Crime</i>, Clint Eastwood continues to redefine his screen image. This time he plays a newspaper reporter who can't resist the ladies. With amazing regularity, he ends up in bed with the wives of his bosses. This type of role isn't altogether unusual for Eastwood. In <i>Play Misty for Me</i>, he played a womanizing radio DJ and in <i>The Beguiled</i> he played a soldier who takes advantage of several young ladies at a girls' school. But in his most famous roles--such as his "man with no name" in <i>A Fistful of Dollars</i> and his laconic police detective in <i>Dirty Harry</i>--Eastwood played tough characters who lived in a violent, masculine world.
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