Closing arguments scene from The Verdict, considered one of Paul Newman’s greatest performances. A film about how the egos and flaws of "nice males" make collateral injury out of working class lives.

Rewatched this final night time after king Tracy Letts drafted it within the Huge 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 objective, however even when he's attempting to assist the working class he makes errors that trigger his purchasers ache. Everybody who isn't a physician or a lawyer or a Cardinal on this film lumps all of them into one elite class of assholes they usually're not improper. It's so properly acted from everybody, together with James Mason because the defending lawyer. I swear you’ll be able to see him begin to sweat through the climactic testimony. That's fucking appearing proper there.