The only truly commendable aspect of Brad Furman's The Lincoln Lawyer is a wonderfully conceited and sly performance from Matthew McConaughey as Mickey Haller, a defense attorney and generally okay guy who nevertheless isn't afraid to get dirty and loose with the law as he operates mostly out of his eponymous towncar.
Otherwise, this legal thriller, adapted from the 2005 Michael Connelly novel, is airport lounge-rack fodder of the highest order - a deluge of facts and slimy characters and suits that eventually becomes exhausting, like a blistering afternoon stuck out in the sun.
Anyone going into this film expecting anything more than your average assemble-the-facts-until-the-truth-gets-out legal pabulum with filtered flashbacks, tattered, bygone relationships and bad-guy-gets-his-comeuppance punctuation, you're fresh out of luck.
The spread of supporting players all get their due (I loved seeing Michael Paré and Josh Lucas back in a movie of relative substance), but the biggest comeback is from McConaughey, who, after the spiffy title sequence, immediately erases any and all past romantic, comedic or surfing digressions to make a much-appreciated return to form - it's not his fault this material is so hopelessly stale. [C+]