No one ever accused Matthew McConaughey of being a heavyweight actor … until “The Lincoln Lawyer.” In this razor-sharp crime-courtroom thriller, the former pretty boy-adjunct in Hudson- Aniston vehicles has found his niche in the person of Mick Haller, a street-savvy, wisecracking attorney, who operates literally not far from the road in his Lincoln Town Car-turned office. McConaughey fits this part as tightly and rightly as the late Paul Newman does as the grizzled legal eagle in his Oscar contender, “The Verdict.”
Based on the best-selling Michael Connelly novel, “The Lincoln Lawyer” throws Haller into what he thinks will finally land him big money.
His usual clientele are bikers, along with prostitutes and the “johns” nailed for brutalizing them.
In fact, the big-bucks client is also a “john,” except his guy is a poor little fabulously rich boy named Louis Roulet (Ryan Phillippe). The girl in question lured him to her apartment, where she is beaten badly. She would have been killed, she says, had she not knocked him out.
But, complexities emerge as more bodies pile up, including that of the lawyer’s own investigator, Frank Levin (William H. Macy), and a prostitute from an ugly case in Mick’s past. Navigating a labyrinth of twists and turns, Mick finds himself getting sucked into a whirlpool of evil, where even he may be a suspect.
Like a shark, he stays in constant motion, staying one legal step ahead of the tsunami building behind him. Directed by Brad Furman from a John Romano script, “The Lincoln Lawyer” is one movie which is watchable multiple times, as maybe-missed nuances surface from the detailed plot and airtight acting.