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David AyerScreenplay:
David AyerCinematography:
Roman VasyanovComposer:
David SardyCast:
Jake Gyllenhaal, Michael Peña, Natalie Martinez, Anna Kendrick, David Harbour, Frank Grillo, America Ferrera, Cle Sloan, Cody Horn, Shondrella Avery (more)Plots(1)
From the writer of Training Day, END OF WATCH is a riveting action thriller that puts audiences at the center of the chase like never before. Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña star as young LA police officers who discover a secret that makes them the target of the country's most dangerous drug cartel. (Open Road Films)
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David Ayer, an expert in the genre of gritty police dramas, upgrades his style with first-person shots and delivers a sequence of snapshots from the life of two L.A. cops. From conversations in the patrol car and firefighting heroics, through the joys of life (a wedding, the birth of a child), to finding parts of massacred bodies in stuffy houses and stepping on the tail of a Mexican snake, which cannot remain without consequences. The film is based not on the plot but on these snapshots; in places it is fun and interesting, but it is capable of engaging the audience dramatically only in the climax (to the point of tears, I have to admit). It is a decent film for fans of police drama, though it may be a bit boring for others. Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña are good as well. I gave Training Day four stars, so here I have to keep my rating at three.
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Without a solid plot skeleton, but with skillful direction and tight dramaturgical grip, David Ayer serves up a few snippets from the lives of ordinary cops who don't take drugs or bribes, but enforce the law to the best of their knowledge and conscience. It’s a good change that Ayer could have managed without the POV, but thanks to well-written and even better-acted characters (Gyllenhaal and Peña are one of the most coordinated cop duos ever), it works in every moment; including the fact that the last scene is absolutely the most emotional. 4 ½.
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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.
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As in the past many times, I will be a rebel in this case as well and I will give End of Watch an unflattering report card. The fashion of films shot with a shaky handheld camera in a pseudo-documentary style has never appealed to me and in many cases, it just feels plain wrong. I could count on the fingers of one hand when a similar style used in a film had a legitimate reason. While the camera on a policeman could still be clumsily justified, on the criminal's side it looks like a failed joke and it's simply absurd. The macho behavior of the policemen is not sympathetic to me, the glorification of their work is obvious, and the pathos is at times unbearable. Although the film mentions that many policemen never fire a shot outside of training, both protagonists are busier than a frontline soldier during an offensive. The result is remarkably reminiscent of a failed reality show on an American commercial station. Overall impression: 25%.
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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.
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