Picks and Pans Review: The Juror
updated 02/12/1996 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/12/1996 AT 01:00 AM EST
Why does Baldwin even bother to play good guys? In films like 1991's The Marrying Man or 1990's The Hunt for Red October, he's just a whole lotta slick hair. But he simply snaps, crackles and pops as a smugly smart heel. To watch him lovingly caress the photo of a woman he is about to terrorize or ruthlessly cajole another woman into swallowing pills she knows will kill her is to see evil running gleefully amok. It's great, sick fun.
A lot more fun than the rest of this standard-issue, woman-in-peril thriller. Moore plays a single mother serving on the jury at the murder trial of a big-shot mobster (Tony Lo Bianco). When the mobster's smart underling (Baldwin) decides to do a little jury tampering, Moore is the juror with whom he tampers. Her young son is threatened, her best friend makes a big sacrifice. What else is new? Under such duress, Moore is adequate but has an annoying habit of jutting her sizable jaw out to convey combativeness and pulling it in and letting her lower lip tremble when frightened. This is straight out of the Rock 'Em-Sock 'Em Robot School of Acting.
Note to Bob Dole: Won't this film inspire otherwise upstanding Americans to evade jury duty so that organized crime wackos won't chase after them? (R)