The premise to the film is extremely promising - a victim of AIDS fired from work - but the treatment is heavy-handed. It reminds me of an up-dated Frank Capra with the bad guys (rich and powerful) pitted against the good guys (poorer but Simon pure). The emphasis is for the underdog, quite transparently, and the villains of the piece are portrayed in two dimensions only, rather like Eisenstein's gargoyles. The constant reaction shots during the trial play on the emotions of the viewer and the episode with Callas opera aria is downright embarrassing to watch. As Shirly Booth put it in "Sheba". "all but the bloodhounds yappin' at his rear end". Where's Otto Preminger when we really need him? Curtis Stotlar