Review: "12 Angry Men"

It's always hinky when a stage play that takes place within one room is translated to film. It can go HORRIBLY wrong, making the best part of the film the part you missed when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and refill your nacho trough, or it can be flawless in it's transition, as is the case with "12 Angry Men." Not once do you feel claustrophobic, unless that was the intention of the director, and the intensity translates well from 1957 to today. Watching this film, you do feel like you are the 13th juror, constantly reassessing the facts and credibility of witnesses. It also demands that we address a very serious subject: do we care enough about a human life to take the time to strip away prejudice and stereotype to do what's right, even if that means we miss the baseball game that evening?

My rating: smiley face.