An Ode to John Mortimer
As faculty blogger of the month, I feel obligated to address this month’s question about one’s favorite movie about legal practice. In truth I have no such favorite movie, only some that are less tedious or off-putting than others. Yet the recent passing of John Mortimer (left) compels me to say just a few words. (I know an “ode” is supposed to be a poem, but I’m a lawyer after all, so a short essay is the best I could hope for.)
I honestly do not much like movies or television shows about lawyers or legal practice. It’s not that they are “unrealistic”; they are, after all, entertainment, not educational in purpose. The lawyers are usually caricatures at one extreme or the other. On the one side you have the unctuous Atticus Finch-type (I’d rather leave the planet than read or watch To Kill a Mockingbird — Finch loses the big case and gets his client killed; nice job!) and on the other you have the venal sleaze-ball. I like subtlety. Denzel Washington’s character in Philadelphia, for example, is affecting because he portrays a lawyer fighting his own demons while battling for his client.
And this brings me to John Mortimer, himself an accomplished barrister, a champion of free speech, and a gifted writer who died last week in Great Britain.