Juror #2

A great example of Eastwood's efficiency as a filmmaker: lean, taut storytelling that doesn't waste a moment.

In keeping with his late-era films, Eastwood isn’t playing devil’s advocate, but rather a modern-day philosopher, daring to challenge where many look for affirmation. If this is indeed Clint’s last hurrah, it’d be as good as any to end on.

It’s a thorny, thoughtful film, and I wish its own studio had more confidence in it.

It sits at a perfect mid-point between a spry satire of America’s creaking legal system and an “old man yells at cloud” laundry list of civic grievances which plays like a right wing tabloid op-ed written in light.

If this is to be a swansong, it’s a fitting one: a thrillingly watchable legal thriller about truth, justice and (for better and for worse) the American way, as told by an all-American icon. 

Morally complex, smart fare that’s made for adults.

Eastwood delivers one of his meatiest, most enjoyable pulp genre films in years with Juror #2, recalling the glory days of slickly paced John Grisham ethical dilemmas of the 1990s.

Juror #2 is one of the tightest thrillers director Clint Eastwood has made in years. Shame on Warner Bros. for not having any faith in its modest but dependable adult storytelling.



A messy morality tale that admirably doesn’t take the easy way out.

Juror #2 is a genuinely great piece of work.