Most critics rate this highly, and the reviews agree on why. James Stewart’s small-town defence lawyer draws the most praise, with several reviews calling it one of his best performances, and George C. Scott’s prosecutor and Ben Gazzara’s defendant also singled out. Preminger’s method is admired almost as often: the patient courtroom procedure, the refusal to tell the audience what to think, and a willingness to leave motives unsettled. Duke Ellington’s jazz score is mentioned approvingly by nearly everyone who mentions the music at all.
The reservations are few and mild. The one mixed notice, from The New Yorker in 1959, finds the early stretch slow and treats the whole as a diverting romp rather than anything weightier. The Playlist admires the film but admits some discomfort with its sexual politics, a point the newer reviews raise more than the older ones. The Guardian and Slant are warm without being rapturous. Beyond that the spread is narrow; reviews written sixty years apart land in much the same place.
