Love this exchange between Fonda and Marshall. Fonda appeals to each of the juror’s pomp.
Oh, he’s sweating now…
The whole audience was when Lee Cobb stands before Fonda with the knife.
What a maroon!!
This is a wonderful scene. They all turn their backs on him. Silent resistence.
Hey! Where’s the trumpeting music during Fonda’s speech?
Ah, the magic of discovering one’s own bigotry. Always fun for all involved. 
I love this bit with the old man noticing the eyeglass marks on her nose. Vulcan brilliant.
See how the camera is now so close, drawing the audience in.
This is how my father argues a point. He chooses a side and sticks with it, even when it doesn’t make sense any more.
Ah, the fruitless discussions we’ve had. 
“You lousy bunch of bleedin’ hearts!”
The rage is awesome. What a great actor.
So tender the ending. Not what I expected. The compassion Fonda shows Cobb before they leave the verdict room.
“Well, so long.”
Not the ending I expected, that’s for sure.
Frustrating, I know. My dad was just as stubborn when I was younger. Nowadays, I at least get to make my point. It’s still wrong.
Have you seen this before?
Bits and pieces, over the years, just as it’s been with most of the classic movies we’ve watched.
'Talos, if you’re still around, have a good night.
I’ve got an early – and long – day ahead of me tomorrow.
May you dream of large jurors.
Nite to you, Badger. Have a good night also.