METERRicky Haller is Lincoln’s lawyer. Why? Because he likes to work while being driven around in his Lincoln instead of at a desk. How? Because he hates the restrictions of a position and because characteristics are easier than character, that’s why. Did you care when Bergerac did it? Were you ever so demanding with Knight Rider? Do not? Well, then you can be behind this David E. Kelley adaptation of Michael Connelly’s 2008 novel The Brass Verdict without further questions, right?
Right. Micky (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo) is a Los Angeles defense attorney who developed an addiction to OxyContin after a terrible surfing accident and multiple surgeries that left him jobless and in pain. He was also left unable to walk past large bodies of water without looking at them with nobility and beauty as the camera lingers on his noble and beautiful face until it is time for the script to begin again. This is one of the less publicized aspects of surf trauma addiction, and while I’m sure it’s a burden for sufferers, it makes a legal drama turned thriller pleasantly relaxing.
He gets back into the legal business when a prosecutor named Gerry Vincent alters his will to leave the Lincoln Watergazer his entire practice, just 10 days before said prosecutor is assassinated. A professional job, apparently.
Suddenly, Micky has no more time to look meaningfully at large bodies of water. He has a job to do! Several, in fact. He must deal with a small case each week to satisfy the viewer’s need for neat storytelling. It should promote the overall story of the big murder trial of client Trevor Elliott, in which Elliott professes his innocence despite a good deal of evidence that he killed her girlfriend and her secret boyfriend after finding them. together in bed. He needs to fight against the racial and other systemic biases of the American judicial system and manage relationships with his two ex-wives, one of whom is his office assistant, and is engaged to the private detective hired by Haller’s firm, and the other of which is the prosecutor in the Elliott case. He also has to be a good father to his daughter, Hayley (Krista Warner), and keep up with her recovery. Crivvens!
By the end of the first episode, he has exonerated Izzy (Jazz Raycole), a young black woman and fellow recovering Oxy addict, who was charged with grand felony theft-type behavior. Haller employs her as her new driver because she can joke around while she drives. He has charmed Trevor Elliott (Christopher Gorham) into staying with him instead of becoming a lawyer who, oh, I don’t know, sits at a desk and focuses 12 hours a day on saving him from the death penalty, instead of sitting in the back of a car and taking time to free reckless pedestrians and litterers. She also began investigating Vincent’s murder and achieved a bonding moment with his daughter.
The Lincoln Lawyer (Netflix) will do you no harm, as certainly as it will do you no good. People say things like, “You know Michael, the only thing he likes more than a fight is a fight with one hand tied behind his back,” and they run exchanges like, “Can you work with that?” “I can win with that”, with serious faces. Haller is frequently told that he must be across town in court to defend an innocent man “in 41 [or a similarly precise number of] minutes”, but it’s okay because he can read the report in the car, see?
Absolute nonsense, of course, from axis to axis. But you can work with it, even if no one is winning here.
Reference-www.theguardian.com