The Lincoln Lawyer Review: A Swedish Take Over Fika

Alright, let’s talk about “The Lincoln Lawyer.” Matthew McConaughey suits up as Mick Haller, a slick attorney with a penchant for cruising around in, you guessed it, a Lincoln. You might know him from “Dallas Buyers Club,” and it’s always fun to see him switch into this high-paced legal hustler persona. And then there’s Marisa Tomei, bringing her usual charm. You know, I think she’s been my favorite since “My Cousin Vinny.”

Directed by Brad Furman, the film brings a sort of gritty L.A. underbelly vibe – but somehow, it made me think of those grey, blustery evenings in Sweden when you huddle up indoors. It has that same coiled tension, waiting to see if the wind—or in this case, the plot—will hit you with a curveball.

I remember once in Stockholm, during a short tram ride, listening to a guy passionately debate his innocence to a friend over the phone. This film’s courtroom drama had me flashing back to that, in a strange kind of way, reminding me how everyone, big or small, has a story of justice to share.

Now, I won’t lie—there were moments I caught myself wondering if Mick’s bravado was turning it up a bit too notches. Maybe that’s just me, used to more understated Swedish loyalty over overt American flair? But then, just as I’m about to eye-roll, something gripping happens! It’s unpredictable, a bit like an undependable April day in Stockholm; you never quite know when a storm—or, let’s say, a plot twist—will roll through.

So, if you fancy a mix of drama, a hint of sleaze, and some finely-tuned legal banter with your next cup of coffee, give “The Lincoln Lawyer” a whirl. And bring an extra kanelbulle. You’ll need it for the thriller-fueled munchies. Skål!

watch the full movie on CinemaOneMovies on YouTube – if you are from Norway