Juror Number Two, directed by Clint Eastwood, ends with an answer to how it begins. It’s a short, quiet scene which mirrors the foreshadow. This movie, the best I’ve seen (as of now, including the excellent Conclave) in 2024, surprises, stimulates and ascertains with flair and re-finishing. The ending lets the audience be the jury, proving again that actor and director Eastwood (Sully, Cry Macho, Gran Torino) is Hollywood’s most consistently thought-provoking director. Juror Number Two, written by Jonathan Abrams, is Mr. Eastwood’s best movie since the brilliant Richard Jewell.
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