A powerful story. Very powerful. With that affective 'true story' mention in the opening credits that always makes it all more human. Too human, perhaps, for the audience not to care, not to get trapped in the identification process. And yet it still feels just a tad like the cinematic, artistic exercise that it it. A bit cold. A little like Button for that matter. But Clint's a master now, and it works: a well-told story about a simple woman taking on the corrupt LAPD of the late '20s, despite and because of all its implied horrors endured and conquered by that woman, is definitely something to feel good about; maybe the coldness is just mine, me being a jaded bastard and all ;-).
~4.0.
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