“The Judge” tries to be a lot of things, among them a courtroom drama, a family drama, an illness drama, and a relationship drama. It’s a shame that amidst all that action, seldom does the film manage to be any good.
It’s certainly admirable that Robert Downey, Jr. wants to convert his mainstream credibility into something of greater cinematic value. But the effort is in vain as “The Judge,” which he and his wife Susan produced, bites off more than it can chew in nearly every aspect. Their one genius move was bringing Janusz Kaminski, the cinematographer for Steven Spielberg’s last two decades of work, on board to give the film the sheen of prestige. (Not as great a hire? Director David Dobkin, whose recent credits include “Fred Claus” and “The Change-Up.”)
Kaminski’s beautiful rays of ambient light flood every frame, but the beauty largely stops there. “The Judge” meanders for the whole of its runtime – a bloated 140 minutes – without ultimately settling on any kind of identity. Every time one of its subplots begins to pick up steam, the film inexplicably shifts gears to follow another one. As such, momentum never builds, and “The Judge” just begins to feel like a life sentence. One with lots of cloying montages set to Bon Iver.
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