Police corruption movies to me work best when they don’t fall out of a coconut tree. Dirty policing (which is the job of policing) exists in the context of what came before it. Unfortunately, we don’t get that much context, so unless we’re watching the video of the assault itself this flick doesn’t make you feel a whole lot. It has some stuff to say about smartphone distraction, but not too much more. At what should feel like a climax you’re just waiting for something to happen; the tension goes out of this after like 45 minutes.

Lumpier Searchers with a few moments of Cassavetes-like grace between Stewart and Widmark. The riverside conversation between the two (you’ll know the one) could have been Mikey and Nicky.

Didn’t enjoy the excessively cynical portrayal of teenaged 2020 BLM protestors, but I liked pretty much everything else. We live in a world of two fundamental truths: solidgoldmagikarp and law enforcement. The rest is contested territory.

We sit astride atrocity at all times, and it echoes throughout all time even when it’s over.