From The New Yorker
In 1941, an inmate of Alcatraz, Henri Young (Kevin Bacon), is tried for killing a fellow-prisoner. It seems like a clean case until a pushy young lawyer (Christian Slater) argues that the real killer is Alcatraz itself, and in particular the prison's sadistic warden (Gary Oldman, as you would expect). Marc Rocco has a solid story to tell, and his movie splits neatly between a sweat-lashed opening and a solid courtroom follow-up. But he keeps beefing up his material with paranoid camera angles and nose-rubbing closeups-if you've ever had a weakness for overhead shots, this film will cure you. Rocco is the director turned defense attorney: his driving motive is to prove rather than to show, and his hammer blows (along with Bacon's and Oldman's) would wear you down fast if it weren't for Christian Slater. With severe spectacles, the actor looks like a younger version of Kevin Costner in "JFK," but he has a sly inquisitor's passion-a taste for milking witnesses until they run dry, for seeing the high comedy of it all-that Costner never dared to suggest. Playing the hero of an issues movie (and this one is dripping with issues) is usually a thankless task, but Slater gets better with every picture and carries this one with ease. -Anthony Lane
Copyright © 2006
The New Yorker
Product Description
Based on a true story that occured on the 1930s. A young, inexperienced public defender is assigned to defend a hard-core prisoninmate accused of committing murder while behind bars.