Aaron Hammond’s review published on Letterboxd:
Does the Sorkin thing of having female characters spending a lot of time boosting the self-esteem of their brilliant male counterpart (doesn't help that Demi Moore doesn't often know what to do with the Sorkinese) and the final scene is patently absurd (any judge who's...awake would call for an immediate mistrial if one of the attorneys called a witness a "son of a bitch" even if the jury was escorted out and the witness was being arrested; this has been "Criminal Justice 101 with Aaron Hammond"), but this movie is imminently quotable comfort food for me. Sorkin's wit, Reiner's classical direction ,the handsome glow of Robert Richardson's cinematography and one of Cruise's most purely enjoyable performances (the drunken monologue is a classic) make for good times had by all. The kind of fastball down-the-middle adult entertainment we don't get anymore. RIP J.T. Walsh.
You're a lousy fucking softball player, Jack.