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CINEMA, Page 57Slow Burner
By RICHARD SCHICKEL
PRESUMED INNOCENT
Directed by Alan J. Pakula
Screenplay by Frank Pierson and Alan J. Pakula
The law according to Scott Turow is pretty much as we
imagine it in our worst-case scenarios, which are, of course,
essentially indistinguishable from our paranoid nightmares. The
itchy authenticity with which he showed how even an expert in
the legal system can be caught up in one of its patented
narratives of false accusation made his novel Presumed Innocent
a best seller.
The book is also the kind of material Alan J. Pakula was put
on earth to direct. Klute, The Parallax View and All the
President's Men are all marvelously intricate visions in which
otherwise quite knowing individuals are slowly forced to the
awareness that they are being victimized -- no, terrorized --
by other people's unscrupulous rage to maintain respectable
order at any cost. Yet conscientiously as this movie has been
made, it does not work as well as the novel did or as some of
Pakula's other films have.
Conscientiousness may, indeed, be part of the problem. In
converting the story of Rusty Sabich (Harrison Ford), a public
prosecutor forced by circumstantial evidence and local
political imperatives to stand trial for the murder of Carolyn
Polhemus (Greta Scacchi), an upper-slutty colleague, Pakula
seems overawed by the book's critical and popular success.
Whatever its other virtues, Presumed Innocent was basically a
page turner; the movie is a slow burner.
The burnished glow of the cinematography imparts a
portentous, not to say pretentious, air to the halls of justice
where much of the film's most significant action occurs. The
scruffy atmosphere of the book, the sense of lively, crooked,
occasionally desperate human scurryings along marbled halls
that have not been cleaned in years, and are probably lined by
spittoons, is lost in the film's elegant shadows.
The filmmakers also fail to cure the central defect of the
novel's plotting. Carolyn's murderer has an excellent motive
both for killing her and for making sure Sabich, Carolyn's
sometime lover, is accused of the crime. Sabich is like the
traditional Hitchcock hero: not guilty of the crime he is
accused of but guilty of other moral malfeasance. But it is
hard to accept the possibility that the real perpetrator would
leave his escape from the trap entirely to chance.
It is equally hard to understand Ford's owlish performance
as Sabich. He is supposed to be a smart, aggressive lawyer,
tops at his trade. But Ford is mostly dull and inward looking,
at best cranky where he should be vigorous and resourceful.
There are some excellent things in Presumed Innocent: Scacchi's
erotic heat as she lures Sabich into adultery; Paul Winfield's
sardonic knowingness as he presides over Sabich's trial; Brian
Dennehy's deadly impassivity as he betrays a friend to protect
his career. Each anatomizes a subspecies of the political
animal with finely observed accuracy. Each gives a lift to the
movie, but not enough to overcome its drag and get it airborne.