A loose Russian adaptation of 12 Angry Men, with a heavily post-Soviet flavor. The film starts as a jury goes to deliberate the fate of a Chechen boy accused of killing his Russian stepfather. Over the course of the next 2 1/2 hours, lots of shouting, soliloquizing, re-enactments and strange dramas play out in the abandoned high school gymnasium that’s been converted into a jury room. Director Nikita Mikhalkov and cinematographer Vladislav Opelyants do a good job in making a movie out of what is essentially a filmed play, but the action occasionally bogs down in the extended monologues. Still, 12 is largely entertaining, and the acting is so good that you can almost forget that Henry Fonda isn’t in it.