Well well well, what do we have here? A Matthew McConaughey film, is it? Not another Rom Com, surely? How could they spin another one out of this cowboy’s conveyor belt career? What exactly is he up to in this one? I mean, how many minutes of leaden laughs and predictable plotting will I have to sit through before his curly blonds, baby blues, molasses smile and Texan drawl win her over? Presumably this time, it’s… let me see… Katherine Heigl? Right?! No actually. Apparently this time he’s playing it straight, a drama if you will. No popcorn chuckles, no romantic dalliances with dolls and dames and ghosts of raped Dickens. Instead, having spent the last ten years riding the Date-Night Train to Moneytown, McConaughey is going to show some versatility, some dramatic frailty as he tiptoes across the thin plot of The Lincoln Lawyer.
And it’s a very pulpy plot, typical of the pop-lit twists and turns expected of courtroom thrillers. This time round, it comes from Michael Connelly’s novel, and tells the tale of Mickey Haller, a hot shot lawyer in Los Angeles, dealing with the lowest of the low brow, a shyster cutting deals with bailiffs and biker boys on the side, known for getting you off the hook, or dropping you in it if things don’t look too good. He operates from a mobile office, a classic Lincoln sedan, driving around a grimy LA that’s a concrete metropolis, far from the city where dreams are made.
