Most critics like The Verdict, and the praise settles on two names. Paul Newman’s performance as the drinking, self-loathing lawyer given one last case is what nearly every review returns to: weary, fearless and unshowy. David Mamet’s screenplay is the other constant, fast and hard-hitting, credited with turning a routine malpractice suit into a story about a man trying to save himself. Several reviews rank it alongside 12 Angry Men among Lumet’s best, and his restrained direction and muted palette are noted approvingly.
The reservations are about pace and originality. The New Yorker finds the sombre mood dragged out self-importantly, the long wait for a surprise witness testing patience. Variety thinks the script offers little out of the ordinary and the film not compelling enough, whatever the acting. The Playlist admits some hackneyed and dated elements while still counting it among Lumet’s jewels. The spread is narrow: no outright dismissals, and both mixed notices date from the film’s release.
