Closing arguments scene from The Verdict, one of Paul Newman’s best performances. A movie about how the egos and flaws of "great men" make collateral damage out of working class lives.

Rewatched this final evening after king Tracy Letts drafted it within the Large Pitcure podcast 1982 draft. It's so rattling good with an all-timer efficiency from Newman. He's within the midst of a disaster of goal, however even when he's attempting to assist the working class he makes errors that trigger his purchasers ache. Everybody who isn't a health care provider or a lawyer or a Cardinal on this film lumps all of them into one elite class of assholes they usually're not unsuitable. It's so properly acted from everybody, together with James Mason because the defending legal professional. I swear you possibly can see him begin to sweat in the course of the climactic testimony. That's fucking appearing proper there.