Juror #2 -
Clint's possibly final movie is a pretty good legal drama for how it explores the complications that get in the way of reaching a verdict. In Justin (Nicholas Hoult), the titular juror and father-to-be, and Faith (Toni Collette), the prosecutor, we get two disparate - or are they - reasons why James (Basso), who is accused of murdering his girlfriend, should fret. On one end, a conviction would make Faith's case for being the next district attorney, and as for Justin, well...I'll just say it's also personal and leave it at that.
It's easy to see why Clint chose this as his last project: it's old school, it's an actor's picture and nobody, not just the son/mother pair from
About a Boy, is entirely good or bad. Hoult is just as skilled at expressing how in over his head Justin feels, especially since he barely needs dialogue to do so, as Collette is at expressing Faith's smug self-interest. Basso also impresses despite his limited screen time for how convincingly he professes his innocence while giving you just enough reasons to doubt him in the process. I also approve of the New Orleans-adjacent atmosphere of Savannah, Georgia (one of my favorite cities to visit, for what it's worth) and the deft way it weaves in flashbacks to the night in question.
Yes, the performances are fine and there's moral complexity to spare, but I cannot join the chorus that this is one of Clint's best movies in years. Is it unfair to compare this to classics like
12 Angry Men and
Anatomy of a Murder? Probably, but the movie makes it easy, especially since it seems like some of the jury deliberation and courtroom scenes copy dialogue from them verbatim. I have also seen racial stereotyping in TitleMax commercials that is less subtle. Other reviews have credited this movie for daring to be old school, appeal to the grownups in the audience, etc., and I'll confirm that they are not wrong. I still felt like I was sitting on an airplane while watching it if you know what I mean.