For the third straight day, blubbery Boston mob enforcer John Martorano perches on the witness stand, befouling the courthouse with his presence. For the second straight day, defense attorney Hank Brennan attempts to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Martorano is a demonic sociopath.
Brennan is not a guy you want asking you questions for hours at a time. With his pinched face, pinched voice, and talent for feigning altar-boyish shock, Brennan has the air of that kid on the fourth-grade playground who’s caught you in a lie and will never, ever let it go. To be sure, he’s smart and relentless. But I would guess a large part of his talent lies in his ability to irritate adversarial witnesses until they lose their cool.