If he’s planning to direct it himself, he should retain Paul Antony-Barber, who plays a pale and exquisitely tailored intellectual who refuses to countenance the suspect’s innocence. With his pained expression and his ill-concealed contempt for the coarseness of his fellow jurors, he looks like T.S. Eliot stuck in the Big Brother house. A brilliant turn.
The Spectator on Twelve Angry Men