94 years old and now the legend of the seventh art Clint Eastwood Get your foot off the chain with his director's hat to deliver us Jur 2:. An amazing trial film, unfortunately completely squashed by Warner for financial reasons. Released in just about 50 theaters in the United States, victim of almost total marketing invisibilization, the mythical Eastwood does not demerit...
In troubled waters
Justin Kemp (Nicholas Hoult, evident reincarnation of an early Eastwood) and his wife Allison (Zoey Deutch) prepare for the imminent arrival of their first child. Justin must leave for a while to participate in a trial as a jury. A trial that he wants to be quickly dispatched so much the case seems clear: a sordid (but unfortunately common) story of femicide, committed, as often the statistics prove, by the victim's husband. Yet, while the legal machinery is running off, Justin will gradually realize that he may not necessarily be so foreign to the crime reconstituted in front of his eyes. Worse, he may have played a crucial role in this woman's death...
Exciting figure that Clint Eastwood. His disembodied mouth, his piercing gaze, the procession of important roles that he draws into his wake, no doubt man is a legend. All his persona shrouded with the very essence of America, embracing in a spectrum as wide as what he could embody on screen the passions and vices of this sick country. The antihero straightener of wrongs The man of the high plains, his roles in the mythical westerns of Leone, the iconoclast cop of the series Inspector Harry, and more recently his films as a director where he probes the soul of ordinary heroes (Gran Torino, The Mule, American Sniper, The Richard Jewell Case and most recently, the most minor Cry Macho), this is enough to deploy all the multiplicity of the character. A schizophrenia that reflected in the political commitment of the character, fervent supporter of the Republican party, one of Trump's few Hollywood stars supported in 2016, but also capable of virulent criticism of the Vietnam or Iraq war and to lay films resolutely less reacquisive than its author. Definitely, our good old Clint carries in him all the divisions of this fractured America.
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If Jur 2: out in the middle of the election, Eastwood will this time abstain from voting board (is that not good for entrances?). However, the old movie breaker won't find much support in Warner, who distributes his latest feature film. Sacrified even before the first projections, Jur 2: benefits from a very limited release and amputated marketing of all members... A situation very well analysed by our colleagues at Large screen in an article on the lacunae distribution feature film. Whatever it is, this reluctance of the studio could be a bad augurs for the final quality of the film (with a Cry Macho already largely in deficit and well below the rest of Eastwood's career). So what is it really?
Ultra classic but...
Let us immediately remove the main criticisms to be applied to this Jur 2: : its forceful classicism. Relatively basic narration, multiplication of a symbolism a bit too crystal clear and ultra-calibre filming, you should not look in this last Eastwood for a particular aesthetic or deceiving pictorial ambitions. But if everything is very calibrated, everything is (at least) quite well controlled. Both the assembly and the cutting of the films are difficult to criticize and give to this Jur 2: amazing clarity. In short, if he gives in to classicism, the 94-year-old breaker has not lost control of his tool...
Yet, and it's more surprising, the thriller's plotted trial film will quickly take its spectator to the collar. Depressing the American legal system from within (and in particular the role of a popular jury), he will – through his narration – forcefully place his spectator alongside Justin Kemp on the benches of the court. The red velvet of the comfortable cinema seat replaces itself in favor of the cold wood of an impersonal audience bench, and we too are propelled into the skin of one of the members of this jury. So it's almost impossible to get out of Jur 2:, so much each of the questions that impose upon Justin's mind comes to decalate in our own consciousness. What would we do in their place? An stubborn question that will obsess the viewer throughout the entire viewing...
A trap-shaped narrative. Impossible to defuse it, at the risk of sinking a little deeper into the moral questioning that assails this magnificent movie character. And Jur 2: In this way, carried by Nicholas Hoult (Nux in Mad Max: Fury Road) and the awesome Toni Collette in intransigent prosecutor, up to a salutary (and daring) last open scene that unfolds all the machiavelism of this amazing trial film. In short, a cross infusion of 12 Angry Men andAnatomy of a fall, Questioning the very role of justice and inevitably reminding the dialogue between Daniel and Marge in Justine Triet's Palme Gold: sometimes, when one does not know what is really true, one can simply choose what is true for us...
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