The 1957 American film is notable in part because with a couple minor exceptions, the whole thing takes place in the jury room. But I understand director Nikita Mikhalkov’s need to get out of the confines of a closed set-piece in order to show the prisoner dancing in his cell. The prisoner dancing in his cell was always alluded to in the original (it was never alluded to), but it’s very powerful to actually see it (powerful is the Russian word for silly). The part where stuff blows up is pretty awesome, though. Right, America? Very claustrophobic. Very psychological.