In Find Me Guilty, the teller counts at least as much as the tale. And, in director Sidney Lumet, Find Me Guilty, has a master storyteller spinning the yarn.

An entertaining, true-life, comedy-drama saga of a nearly endless mob trial.

It's hard to do anything in court that hasn't been done before. It's a static situation, and points are scored in tiny increments. No big witness-stand breakdowns, no tearful confessions. Thus, boredom creeps in.

While it delivers a few good laughs, the film is short on drama and suspense.

If you didn't know you were watching Vin Diesel in Find Me Guilty, you wouldn't know you were watching Vin Diesel. And that's a compliment.

You won't feel uplifted, and you won't have any faith in the American justice system after watching its wheels grind to a halt, then start turning the wrong way. But you won't be bored.

Vin Diesel has seldom been more likable... [but] the movie itself feels like jury duty.

This guilty pleasure holds our interest as it chides our country's justice system and honors the celebrity status of the American mafia.

A clear case of not enough gas and too much Diesel, who should have copped a plea of overreaching in the third degree.

The narrative feels episodic; it pops in and out of the courtroom without much sense of drama or continuity, and the testimony seems to lead nowhere.