Ted chooses to be his own defense attorney, claiming he knows nothing about the law. But his 97 percent conviction rate and Teds obvious gamesmanship (that the wifes lover took Teds confession nullifies Willys entire case) compel him to find a new angle to prosecute. This one is about to move on to bigger things a fancy new job at a corporate firm, where he can work alongside the icy dame (Rosamund Pike) who recruited and bedded him.
Willy is the movies favorite kind of lawyer: hotshot. Ted goes to jail, willingly confesses, and relishes the fact that Goslings district attorney, Willy Beachum (what a name), will try to put him away. Not long after the shooting, a detective (Billy Burke) arrives at the Crawfords great big Southern California home, and to his shock discovers that the woman on the floor is the very one hed been seeing. Hopkinss character, Ted Crawford, pulls the trigger because his wife (Embeth Davidtz) has been having an affair. The film is neither a whodunit nor a whydunit. Although at about a third of Hopkinss age, he has decades to top his oily performance as opposing counsel. In fact, Anthony Hopkins, who plays a genius structural engineer who shoots his wife and then represents himself at the trial, has rarely demonstrated less shame than he does in this preposterous courtroom thriller. And for five minutes here and there, ∟racture does a passable job. A movie about shamelessness should be shameless itself.
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