One of those movies set in the South (Florida, to be exact) where the protagonist (Denzel Washington) gets into trouble, commences massive perspiring and runs around a lot. Washington’s local sheriff finds himself looking very much like a murder suspect after he is framed by a mystery villain. Since we know that Washington’s character is not the murderer, the film’s sense of mystery comes from finding out who set him up, and the payoff is a dud. Washington’s second pairing with Carl Franklin has him doing an OK job in the central part, but it’s a role that is a little beneath him. Not atrociously bad, but nothing to get excited about either.