ROMAN J. ISRAEL, ESQ
OUT 2 FEBRUARY CERT 12A 122 MINS
DIRECTOR Dan Gilroy CAST Denzel Washington, Colin Farrell, Carmen Ejogo
PLOT When his partner is stricken with a heart attack, reclusive lawyer Roman Israel (Washington) is forced to take a job with a ruthless law firm. Ill-equipped for the wider world, it’s a move that conflicts not only with his beliefs but also his fragile mental state.
THERE’S A SCENE in writerdirector Dan Gilroy’s earnest legal drama where Denzel Washington navigates a street on the edge of LA’S Skid Row, agitatedly rattling the cradles on a row of pay phones in a desperate search for one that works. It illustrates succinctly how at odds with the modern world Roman Israel is. A brilliant legal mind, trapped in the body of a twitchy social misfit, he has all the hallmarks of a true genius-savant — the interpersonal skills of a yeast cell, dress sense of an Open University lecturer circa 1973 and an unshakeable conviction that justice for the poor and dispossessed is a cause worth fighting for. To this deeply unfashionable end, he’s spent decades toiling in the shadows at a tiny law firm, making trouble for The Man while compiling a vast, unwieldly brief he hopes will, one day, set the American legal system on its ear.
That the film opens with Roman drafting a motion to have himself disbarred from practising law indicates that things do not go entirely to plan. Propelled into the orbit of hotshot attorney George Pierce (Farrell, on top form), Roman learns some uncomfortable truths about his business partner (now on his deathbed) and, despite the Jiminy Cricket-like presence of Carmen Ejogo’s saintly civil rights lawyer Maya, finds his moral compass seriously on the fritz.
Not a premise brimming with originality, but one a filmmaker of Gilroy’s talents should be able to mould into something compelling — which he does, up to a point. It’s absorbing enough in places and the plot takes respectable turns here and there, even if it never attempts a full twist. The trouble is, it comes across as no more comfortable in its skin than does its central character. Every time it veers into straight-up legal thriller, or lightens the mood with a mid-point makeover sequence, it quickly reverts to dialogue-heavy default mode. It’s constantly on the brink of saying something profound about the tenuous relationship between justice and the law but just can’t get the words out. Which is ironic given the amount of words on offer.
The film’s saving grace is a simply mesmerising performance from Washington. In less skilled hands Roman could have been a Gumpy, Rain Man-ish collection of tics and mannerisms. Instead he’s a complex, disarmingly real human being whose eccentricities come not from a show-off actor’s bag of tricks but from Washington’s almost supernatural affinity with the character. If only the film he inhabits had the lucidity of Roman’s runin with the payphones. Sadly, it doesn’t, which makes Washington’s performance all the more impressive. SIMON BRAUND
VERDICT A worthy but wordy look at the inequities of the US legal system, saved by a handful of terrific scenes and a tour-de-force turn from Washington.