Avika Goldsman & Robert Getchell adapted John Grisham's novel, not without issue. As Q pointed out, why go the bother of gassing yourself in a car if you have a gun? Why does the younger brother get to the exhaust and then just do nothing? How can the lawyer take the case for nothing? Why not just leave the body where it is? Why does the kid order all those pizzas? And, at various points - 'Just tell the police!!'
So enjoyable for the tripartite relationship of the kid Brad Renfro (who tragically killed himself aged 25), lawyer Susan Sarandon and charismatic DA Tommy Lee Jones. Though the ending is an 'I love you' too far.
We stupidly watched - well no, the BBC stupidly chose to show - a 16x9 crop of a Panavision film, thus Bradley Whitford is sometimes missing from the scene and it feels uncomfortably framed.
I don't know whether it was intentional but Anthony LaPaglia looks like a twat in all his outfits, thus somewhat diluting the menace of his character.
With Ossie Davis (I'm not Rappaport), Mary-Louise Parker, J.T. Walsh, Anthony Edwards, Will Paton (cop), William H Macy. Photographed by Tony Pierce-Roberts.
A Warner Bros. film; thus Dede Allen must have supervised its production...
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