Diving Deep with ‘Swordfish’: A Review by Ervin E. Lederson III

Swordfish: A Legal Examination


In the realm of cinema, few pictures, my friends, have managed to straddle the thin line between tech-heavy thriller and tasteful voyeurism as deftly as “Swordfish”. Yes sir, this film, in my humble but legally astute opinion, certainly warrants a discussion.

“Swordfish”, starring the indubitable John Travolta and the inveterate Hugh Jackman, embarks on a convoluted quest for cyber supremacy, one that meanders through labyrinthine plotlines like a Mississippi riverboat through a foggy dawn. Now, being an attorney of considerable renown, I must admit that my understanding of ‘computer hacking’ is about as good as a pig’s knowledge of Sunday sermons. But what piqued my curiosity in this film, what really got my blood flowing faster than a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby, was a scene of a decidedly more… personal nature.

Now, I don’t mean to diminish the powerful performances by our leading men. Jackman, best known for playing the razor-clawed Wolverine, displays an uncharacteristic vulnerability, and Travolta, the silver-tongued devil himself, weaves a character as slippery as an eel in a bucket of snot. Their performances are commendable, yes, but there’s one scene… well, let me elucidate.

Right there, in the middle of this whirlwind of digital debauchery, emerges the celestial Halle Berry. As if painted by the hands of divine providence, she graces the screen and I must tell you folks, I haven’t seen a moment of such transcendental beauty since I caught sight of the sunrise over the Smoky Mountains. And at this pivotal juncture, the film does something audacious, daring, and—dare I say—revolutionary. It strips the beautiful Ms. Berry down to her bare essentials.

The impact of this fleeting moment is, how shall I put it, much like a judicial gavel striking a block of marble. It’s hard-hitting, unexpected, and it leaves an indelible impression that outweighs the technical mumbo-jumbo that pervades the rest of the film.

In my most earnest legal parlance, let me declare that “Swordfish” is an ocular banquet with a special course served midway that’s worth the price of admission. Thus, my verdict: for its brilliant performances, twisty plot, and that one scene of Halle Berry that will have your heart pounding like a defendant on trial, I do here award it a whopping 4 out of 5 Sweet Maui Onions.

Truly Yours, 

Ervin E. Lederson |||