Francis Ford Coppola missteps in a heavy-handed moralistic mess that has none of the storytelling grace he's displayed on happier occasions. In fact, he's succeeded in making John Grisham--the king of popcorn thrillers--lethally boring. There is no shameless entertainment here, no chance to be swept up in instant thrills. Instead, we see Matt Damon lost in two hours of disjointed storytelling without a touch of drama.
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