Last week, Warner Bros. opened Juror #2 in limited release, with minimal fanfare, and no plans to report the film’s domestic box office. It’s not the typical treatment for a Clint Eastwood movie, especially one that some think might be the last Clint Eastwood movie. I hope they’re wrong.
Either way, the fact that Eastwood’s longtime studio would bury his latest speaks to the various crises that have befallen the industry in general and Warner Bros. in particular. At 94, Eastwood seems ever more like an anomaly in American filmmaking: a Hollywood legend with nothing left to prove, still cranking out his unfussy, mid-budget dramas for a grown-up audience that the major studios have all but abandoned.
Juror #2 is actually one of his better-directed efforts of late, certainly compared with recent disappointments like Cry Macho and The Mule. There’s a little old-school John Grisham in this movie’s legal-thriller DNA, even though it features an original screenplay, by Jonathan Abrams.
Nicholas Hoult stars as Justin Kemp, a Georgia-based magazine writer who’s expecting a baby with his wife, played by Zoey Deutch. It’s a high-risk pregnancy, and so the timing isn’t ideal when Justin gets selected as a juror in a major murder trial.
The defendant, James Sythe, stands accused of killing his girlfriend, Kendall Carter, after the two had a heated argument in a bar one night. As the facts of the case emerge, Justin, who is recovering from alcoholism, realizes that he was at that same bar on the very night in question — and that he hit something he had assumed was a deer while driving home.


