From the commercials, you might think the hit screen version of John Grisham’s first novel, A Time to Kill, is about the trial of a black man who shot and killed the two rednecks who raped his ten-year-old daughter. Actually, it’s about air conditioning. Or, more precisely, the lack of air conditioning.

People in this movie fan themselves madly as sweat glistens prettily from every inch of visible skin (including cleavage, needless to say) and spreads photogenically across men’s dress shirts and tank tops. A Time to Kill is a courtroom drama set in the Deep South, and have you ever heard of a courtroom melodrama set in the Deep South where people aren’t schvitzing like pigs?