End of Watch

A film so engrossed in its own form that it’s not important whether or not it has any content. The hypermedialised style without strictly maintained continuity between shots is partly excused by the fragmented nature of the plot; however, it’s a shame that its modernism is not appropriately reflected in the impression that the film makes, which is conversely very conservative (glorification of police work, suppression of signs of latent homosexuality in favour of the traditional family model). The actions of the central duo, who have transformed their service to their country into something between a video game and a reality show, are not subjected to criticism, which would be weakened anyway by the “empathetic” acceptance of their viewpoint and the expansion of the look into their lives with the addition of the private realm. Both of them obviously suffer from problems with self-control and employ methods that are as vicious as those of the goons that they take their anger out on. I won’t deny that a few shots are pretty damn cool (Gyllenhaal doing push-ups under neon lights) and Anna Kendrick smiles delightfully (the screenwriter didn’t give her anything else to do), but as it stands, End of Watch lacks depth, concept and any aesthetic quality. 70% (2012-11-05)

Good cop movie. The plot is not too heavy, it’s mostly only a peek into the daily routine of police work in a shitty neighbourhood of an American big city – a series of more or less unrelated scenes. We don’t get anything resembling a “main storyline” until about halfway, and then the “plot” happens as if by the way. Which doesn’t matter, because what’s important in End of Watch is the format, the authenticity, and the brutal and dirty aesthetics that result from both the theme and the way it’s captured. It’s not a movie that looks pretty, it alternates between cameras on police cars, hand-held cameras, body cameras and normal shots on film. Together, this produces a very interesting mosaic that feels considerably less constrained when compared to a pure found-footage format. (2012-11-15)

A sincere movie about police work. Ayer doesn’t make movies otherwise than excellently. A series of various raids, crowned by the final massacre, boyish squabbling and family. Don’t expect anything more from this story. On the other hand Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña make a perfect team. Form here has undergone extensive change. POV shots bring everything closer to reality (even though as such they aren’t very realistic) and wonderfully spice up these fajitas. The cool soundtrack helps too. Full marks from me. I am a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. (2012-11-13)

By making the cameras present, End of Watch made the central pair of cops heroes of their own genre movie. Thanks to the characters addressing the camera and showing off in front of its lens, the film shifts from the invasive-documentary aesthetic of reality TV to the exhibitionist first-person style of YouTube videos, whose makers stylise themselves into their own surreal mirror ideal. Furthermore, the chosen form tellingly corresponds to the motif of both protagonists’ unhealthy machismo. The central characters’ disturbing immaturity shows that they see their badges only as tickets into the delightful realm of genre gangsters and their pistols as a guarantee of power and a promise of adventure. (2013-02-23)

At first what seems like a pure spectacle of reality, then a sinister psychological thriller in the guise of an action flick, and at last an overwhelmingly escalating drama of people doing hard work in an unbearable place. During the operations and the necessity to draw a weapon, you can truly feel every breath and drop of sweat, and thanks to Jake Gyllenhaal's sincere gaze, End of Watch will stay with me for a long time. The reason it didn't make the highest rating is precisely because of its main asset – realism. In its authentic filth, David Ayer's romp cut a little too close for me to simply see it as a "mere" spectator experience. (2014-02-14)