The Accused

Plot

After a woman suffers a brutal rape in a bar one night, a prosecutor assists in bringing the perpetrators to justice, including the ones who encouraged and cheered on the attack.

Release Year: 1988

Rating: 7.1/10 (13,539 voted)

Director:
Jonathan Kaplan

Stars: Kelly McGillis, Jodie Foster, Bernie Coulson

Storyline
Sarah Tobias goes to her local bar and is gang-raped by three men. The district attorney on the case is Katheryn Murphy who wants to prove that although Sarah had taken drugs that night and was acting provocatively while in the bar, this is no reason for her to be so brutally attacked and the men responsible should be brought to justice.

Cast:

Kelly McGillis

Kathryn Murphy


Jodie Foster

Sarah Tobias


Bernie Coulson

Ken Joyce


Leo Rossi

Cliff 'Scorpion' Albrect


Ann Hearn

Sally Fraser


Carmen Argenziano

D.A. Paul Rudolph


Steve Antin

Bob Joiner


Tom O'Brien

Larry


Peter Van Norden

Attorney Paulsen


Terry David Mulligan

Lieutenant Duncan


Woody Brown

Danny


Scott Paulin

Attorney Wainwright


Kim Kondrashoff

Kurt


Stephen E. Miller

Polito


Tom Heaton

Bartender Jesse

Taglines:
On April 18th 1987, Sarah Tobias stops for a drink at a bar called The Mill.

Release Date: 14 October 1988

Filming Locations: Delta, British Columbia, Canada



Box Office Details

Budget: $6,000,000

(estimated)

Opening Weekend: $4,316,369
(USA)
(16 October 1988)
(796 Screens)

Gross: $32,069,318
(USA)



Technical Specs

Runtime:



Did You Know?

Trivia:

Kelly LeBrock auditioned for the role of Sarah Tobias, but turned it down.

Goofs:

Continuity:
When Sarah, after the rape, goes back to The Mill, her red car is first shown dry and shiny and without a rear license plate. A few seconds later, in a close-up shot, we see the same car is wet from rain drops and with the license plate 'SXY SADI' on the back.

Quotes:

Cliff 'Scorpion' Albrect:
[to Danny]
Fourth and one, my man, stick 'em!



User Review

Powerful, Disturbing Stuff

Rating: 8/10

I saw this film with my girlfriend about a year after I graduated from
college, where I had lived in the alpha-male, females-as-accessories
environment of a fraternity house. While I know of nothing that went on
in
my fraternity that compares to the horrible events of this film, I was
struck that some of the beer-fueled conversations I had with my fraternity
brothers could have led to the same results with more likelihood than I
realized at the time (or care to admit even to this day). Suffice it to
say, I cried all the way home from this movie, as much from shame as
anything else.

Twelve years later, I still cannot recall being as horrifyingly struck by
a
scene as I was during the rape scene at the end of "The Accused" — and I
definitely do not have the stomach to see it again. The movie, in my
view,
is exceedingly well-acted (Foster's Oscar was well-deserved) and
well-told.
It has the rare gift of touching the viewer viscerally for the entire
duration — discomfort being the feeling.

This isn't virtuoso film-making like "The Godfather", but at the same time
I
can think of no greater compliment for a movie than it truly opened my
eyes
to a new perspective that I was not mature enough to grasp on my own. I
left the theater a different person — how often can that be
said?