Another director whose talents have not waned in his ninth decade, Clint Eastwood has reached a new level of prolificacy since the turn of the millennium, firing out incredible works the like of Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby, and Letters from Iwo Jima alongside undervalued human dramas such as Hereafter and J. Edgar. It’s a shame, then, to have to say that his work since 2000 has not been devoid of bad choices, 2002’s Blood Work easily standing among the director’s very worst films since his 1971 debut. Seeing Clint himself don the mantle of an aging detective guided in his search for a serial killer by having—quite literally—the heart of a woman, it’s a trite thriller weighed down by unsurprising twists and a story so silly and formulaic it’s almost painful to watch. Only outdone in the canon of Eastwood stinkers by The Eiger Sanction and The Rookie, it’s a hideous outing best left forgotten.

"No one" is surprised or entertained by this, easily the worst script Eastwood (or any major American filmmaker) has ever directed. Obvious and completely pedestrian on every level, the only twist is that it was written, or at least sole credit received, by Brian Helgeland. Jeff Daniels sure was having a good time picking up a paycheck though.

Pretty weak story but Eastwood makes it worthwhile, also had some annoying day to night shifts.

Ein entspannter, klassischer, fast schon altmodischer (im positiven Sinne) Krimi-Thriller mit interessanten Figuren und einer gelungenen Auflösung. Clint Eastwood überzeugt sowohl in der Rolle des herzkranken Ex-FBI-Agenten als auch hinter der Kamera als Regisseur.

Drama, Psychological Thriller

Stagnant thriller starts off with a believable premise (creaky cop gets heart transplant) but gets more ridiculous as it goes along (serial killer is pulling strings within the hospital system to keep Clint alive), then repeats itself over and over for about an hour in the midsection before coming to a close with a whimper in a distinctly underwhelming “action scene”. The reveal of the serial killer’s identity wouldn’t even surprise an Alzheimered geezer watching this in the rest home dayroom. A waste of time, and doesn’t even dignify its existence with a Clint topless scene.

Insanely, a step *down* from "Space Cowboys" (this phrase that should not exist). Lazy and formulaic cop "thriller" which plods along like a TV movie of the week until it finally gives up with a shrug of an ending. The sister of the organ donor who was shot but who's heart was given to....fuck it. This movie needs to pick itself up and try again.

Another director whose talents have not waned in his ninth decade, Clint Eastwood has reached a new level of prolificacy since the turn of the millennium, firing out incredible works the like of Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby, and Letters from Iwo Jima alongside undervalued human dramas such as Hereafter and J. Edgar. It’s a shame, then, to have to say that his work since 2000 has not been devoid of bad choices, 2002’s Blood Work easily standing among the director’s very worst films since his 1971 debut. Seeing Clint himself don the mantle of an aging detective guided in his search for a serial killer by having—quite literally—the heart of a woman, it’s a trite thriller weighed down by unsurprising twists and a story so silly and formulaic it’s almost painful to watch. Only outdone in the canon of Eastwood stinkers by The Eiger Sanction and The Rookie, it’s a hideous outing best left forgotten.

"No one" is surprised or entertained by this, easily the worst script Eastwood (or any major American filmmaker) has ever directed. Obvious and completely pedestrian on every level, the only twist is that it was written, or at least sole credit received, by Brian Helgeland. Jeff Daniels sure was having a good time picking up a paycheck though.

Clint looks his age in this one. I'm afraid it shows in this rather laboured effort.