Crusty old Clint! He seems to have taken, as grizzled journalist Steve Everett, a piece of every TV detective cliche, stuck them all in a bag of M & M's and given it a good shake.
So, of course he's a boozy old swine, who neglects his much younger wife and inconceivably conceived young child of a daughter, drives a rusty old convertible that overheats and has repair patches on its roof. Naturally, he's sleeping with his boss' wife and is constant fear (wish?) of getting fired. And, of course, he made one giant wallop of a mistake years ago, when someone went free and they shouldn't have and that hangs over him like his worst hangover.
Meanwhile, a six year old murder case and the accused, a black father and husband is on his last day of his life, before a lethal injection will claim him. So, of course, everything is left until the last second to prove his innocence.
Clint is amiable enough, haphazard in a slightly appealing way but the film is long and there are many distractions and detours to endure along the way. If you're undemanding and don't need to go to bed etc. then you won't complain too much, but don't expect it all to be profound and meaningful police deduction techniques. There's also some rather cloying emotional stuff going on with the death-row prisoner and his daughter that may seem a bit overdone, depending on your point of view.
There are, of course, worse crime thriller/dramas and thankfully, a lot of much better ones, too. The fact that it's Clint goes an awful long way and it might just have been unbearable without him.