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One of the best films I've ever seen.

Numbered nameless jurors, hot summer day, baseball tickets in Warden's sweaty shirt pocket, camera behind whirling fan blades, Juror 4 casually says, "I never sweat," until a single tell-tale bead of sweat appears on E.G. Marshall's face and, without a word, 11 dominoes begin to fall. Lumet genius!

That scene in the movie when Henry Fonda caused a mistrial...