There is a disclaimer behind the doughnuts and coffee, a large card with small print positioned in the one place that everybody in the drab waiting room is likely to go, as if consuming breakfast is to waive certain legal rights. But perhaps this is what it means to put one's fate in the hands of Judge Maria Lopez and her hyper-real television courtroom, nestled ceilingless in a Spanish Harlem soundstage, at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday... More >>>