THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF LOUSY movies: those made by morons and those made in the firm belief that we are the morons. The former are forgivable--poor dears, they don't know any better. The latter, of which The Juror is a particularly egregious example, are infuriating. They leave you feeling you've been patronized and bilked by people nursing entirely unearned superiority complexes.
The rapidly escalating implausibility of this film begins mildly enough, when it asks us to believe that Annie Laird (Demi Moore), a struggling artist and devoted single mom, would cheerfully set aside her preoccupations to volunteer for jury duty....