Twelve Angry Jurors is the authorized way to title the show if you modernize it and do non-gender-specific casting, and that's what these folks are ultimately going to do. Unfortunately, the show (in my opinion) gains ease of production and modern authenticity at the expense of some of its Mamet-lite machismo.

Complete with celery!

(I should note that publicity for The Underpants could probably give away the whole plot and we should still have plenty of ticket sales. Nobody really worries about what whether the pizza gets eaten or the washing machine gets fixed in your favorite adult film.)