Monday Movies Said the Hospital, Not the Morgue
Take Presumed Innocent, add a dollop of Jackie Brown, and voila: The Lincoln Lawyer, an entertainment as well-sculpted as Matthew McConaughey’s torso, i.e. not entirely plausible but way too compelling to elicit much protest. McConaughey plays Mick Haller, a rule-bending criminal defense attorney whose wealthy playboy client is more than he appears to be. It’s super fun to write a sentence like the preceding; you should try it some time.
As suggested, the flavor is somewhere between Scott Turow and Elmore Leonard. Haller is a creation of L.A. crime fiction writer Michael Connelly, whose other mainstay character Harry (short for Hieronymous) Bosch is a private detective, but the Bosch mystery I’ve read doesn’t suggest quite as strongly the sun-bleached, rough-and-tumble Century Freeway L.A. at which The Lincoln Lawyer gestures; more familiar from his work are the northeastern hills that wind up as the setting for most of the film’s action that falls outside of the downtown L.A. courtrooms. A TV pilot is in the works; I hope they wind up pushing that element of it, which was tantalizing in the movie, but faded away after the thriller got into gear.
How about you? Take on any shady clients, by which I mean see any movies?
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