By Jennifer Wulff
September 04, 2006 12:00 PM

FOX (Wednesdays, 9 p.m. ET)



Guilty? Innocent? Doesn’t matter. In high-profile murder cases, it’s all about image. Enter Ron Trott (Victor Garber), who can razzle-dazzle a jury—and the media—better than anyone. A murder suspect charged with killing his wife gets a woe-is-me makeover with the help of glasses, an everyman’s suit and just the right kind of courtroom smile. “Hey, every little bit helps,” Trott tells the guy.

Focused on what top-dollar defense attorneys do to win a case—whether it’s doing a dry run before a mock jury or coaching witnesses to say the right thing—Justice (costarring Kerr Smith, Eamonn Walker and Rebecca Mader) is as slick as its hotshot legal team. With sharp camera work, pulsating music and no tedious, gimme-an-Emmy closeups, it’s like CSI at warp speed. (No coincidence that both are produced by Jerry Bruckheimer.) The best payoff? The last scene of each episode shows what really happened. It may not matter to the defense, but I couldn’t rest not knowing whodunit.