HAVE you heard that they’re now using lawyers as lab rats?
Apparently, they’ve found that the lab staff don’t get as attached to the lawyers … and a lawyer will do things a rat won’t do.
In The Lincoln Lawyer, Matthew McConaughey puts aside his aw-shucks southern charm to play a grubby lawyer (is there any other kind?) having an existential crisis of confidence regarding his own morality and values.
As you’ve probably gathered by now, this film is a fantasy of the highest order.
That said, it’s a pleasing legal thriller a little reminiscent of ‘Fracture’ as a lawyer finds himself pitted against his own client.
How can he walk the legal tightrope, make sure that justice prevails for the greater good, and still fill his bank account along the way?
This is the profound legal question that has confronted those practicing law for time immemorial.
Ryan Phillippe, thoroughly dislikable as always, plays the client, a rich kid who gets his kicks by beating, raping and occasionally murdering women.
McConaughey resists the urge to slap him silly, and initially believes his story.
Never trust Ryan Phillippe – he is an actor, after all.
William H. Macy is craggier than ever as McConaughey’s private investigator.
And Marisa Tomei brings her usual weapons-grade sexuality to the screen, and it simmers. Not quite sure how mature Marisa is now, but she reminds us all that many a fine tune is played on an old fiddle.
It’s a dense, engaging and intricate tale, and there are a few surprises before the shabby anti-hero triumphs in the end.
– Jason Beck
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