The late 80's film Suspect slipped my mind, quite simply, since few of you, impaired or not, seem willing to offer me suggestions, or are not sure what to serve up. I have never seen Liam Neeson do a bad job in any of his films, including this one, and he brings a big heart to Carl's pain, but the casting director might have had more courage than allowing for Cher's mind meld as a harried public defender up against sinister force, a villain with an equally sinister mind that knows how to use institutional barriers, and the power of the system, to quash the hard luck minions who slip and vanish into the underclass. I have seen the film at least twice, and could extrapolate further, but I am generally dismissive of the story line, even though I forget why the judge crossed the line into the unforgivable, while Cher and Quaid skirt the ethics to unearth the greater truth. A resounding and familiar theme coming from me, I suppose. In the prime of her maturity, Cher cuts a beloved figure, but not as an average jo of a lawyer who suddenly goes into inspired detection mode.
There are times when the rules have to be broken, but, on the other side of the coin, when legislation designs case management systems that crush would be idealists and engage in collusion, if only on the basis of default, then those who know things are broken have to push back, which is not to convey that I will not return to this adjudicating thriller sometime at a later date, if I get what I wish, which is a more tranquil resettlement for my old age, and less untended consequences that lead to untold, unspoken, mostly silent cruelty from forced social equality those on the left demand.
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