Trial by Jury (1989) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Joanne Whalley-Kilmer is a single mother and an entrepreneur who could
easily get out of jury duty because of her circumstances, but she
won't do so because of her sense of civic responsibility.
Bad choice She ends up on the panel hearing a multiple felony trial against a mafia don. During the trial, the don and his minions need an "innocent" vote, so they threaten her, her child, her pets, her business, yadda, yadda, yadda. The don even makes a personal visit to her house and fucks her while the trial is going on, just to intimidate her by proving that he can get away with it. He's out on bail, I suppose. Or maybe they just let him out for a forcible conjugal visit. By the way, his name is Don Rusty. Don Rusty? Sounds more like a veteran pinch hitter. When the jury retires to deliberate, the evidence is overwhelmingly against the ol' don. And it's not subtle. He personally strangled people's mothers at home plate of Yankee Stadium during a World Series game, then admitted it that night when he was hosting Saturday Night Live. Or something like that. But Whalley holds out as the dissenter in an 11-1 vote, because ... gee ... the evidence just isn't very convincing to her. Needless to say, the other jurors think she's full of ... um ... the Holy Spirit, but be that as it may, the don goes free until he can be retried. Call me cautious, but if I had been the judge, I would have sequestered the jury in such a case, but even without sequestering it's hard to believe that he can just come to her house and rape her senseless during the trial. I found all this to be stretching my credulity a bit, although not as much as the opening scene, in which the government's star witness, Tony "The Stoolie" Scungulli, is killed in a hotel room he shares with five armed guards, because they let in a completely unknown hooker to gratify his lusts. I guess this shows that all law enforcement officials are as dumb as they are powerless. This movie was a mistake. Same-old same-old script, complete lack of plausibility, lack of star power (Whalley is reasonably attractive and reasonably talented, but she surely doesn't have the kind of charisma needed to carry a picture.), clichéd dialogue, one-dimensional cartoon characters ... It wasn't surprising that the box office topped off at seven million. Sidebar #1: Heywood Gould received writing credits on some solid movies early in his career, but what happened in 1987? His worst pre-1987 film is rated higher than his his best post-1987 film. Pre-1987
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