No wonder all the knuckle-draggers are up in arms. They got bitch-slapped yet again!
Review from Newsday.com:
If at all possible — and it’s probably not — the best way to approach this film is with a blank slate. Strip away any memory you have of those months.
The net benefit of this little act of mental gymnastics is that you may walk away with the impression that Anthony was innocent after all.
It’s a fascinating impression, and in that sense, so is the film. It is told from Ashton and Burdick’s point of view, not Baez’s, who — far from being the slick Willy the media (and Ashton) made him out to be — is seen here as shrewd, reasonable and quite possibly even right.
Lowe’s portrayal is not far removed from Chris Traeger of “Parks and Recreation”: An earnest, self-righteous choir boy who is so enamored of the evidence he has collected that he tends to dismiss the obvious fact that some of it is probably circumstantial.
He harrumphs when Baez reminds him of this, or (worse) smirks. Even Burdick grows weary of his antics, scolding him as a mother would her precocious and ill-mannered child. He is so blinkered that he never sees the verdict coming, nor quite grasps so-called Juror No. 3’s blunt rationale for acquittal: That he may have been wrong.
BOTTOM LINE A surprisingly revisionist take on one of the most controversial trials of the decade — from someone (Ashton) you’d least expect revisionism from. Nancy Grace, meanwhile, will hate “Prosecuting Casey Anthony.”
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