Australian police drama, with a competent cast of known Aussies (and Brit blow-in Tom Wilkinson RIP) presents an intriguing premise, that fails to really go anywhere and all ends up being pretty snooze worthy.
Joel Edgerton is a detective who after celebrating a big drug bust, imbimbs a few too many ales and foolishly gets behind the wheel, where he knocks down a young boy undertaking his early morning paper route. Senior Detective Tom Wilkinson conspires with Edgerton to cover up his involvement, but new recruit Jai Courtney ain't having a bar of this style of old school policing.
Director Matthew Savillle and writer Edgerton take a more grounded realistic approach to this premise, where in a film noir we night see Edgerton make increasingly more poor decisions to cover his tracks (as in The Square), here we just have the one poor decision for which we are then immersed in the associated guilt and anguish for the remainder of the run time...it's a lot to sit with.
The little hints of corruption here and there that lends itself to a cover-up culture is interesting to explore, although given the ending and some of the juxtapositions displayed throughout it feels like there is a little bit of (unintentional?) copaganda on display...
'Can't you see all the good work these guys are doing? Surely we can forgive them this one tiny mistake?'
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Australian police drama, with a competent cast of known Aussies (and Brit blow-in Tom Wilkinson RIP) presents an intriguing premise, that fails to really go anywhere and all ends up being pretty snooze worthy.
Joel Edgerton is a detective who after celebrating a big drug bust, imbimbs a few too many ales and foolishly gets behind the wheel, where he knocks down a young boy undertaking his early morning paper route. Senior Detective Tom Wilkinson conspires with Edgerton to cover up his involvement, but new recruit Jai Courtney ain't having a bar of this style of old school policing.
Director Matthew Savillle and writer Edgerton take a more grounded realistic approach to this premise, where in a film noir we night see Edgerton make increasingly more poor decisions to cover his tracks (as in The Square), here we just have the one poor decision for which we are then immersed in the associated guilt and anguish for the remainder of the run time...it's a lot to sit with.
The little hints of corruption here and there that lends itself to a cover-up culture is interesting to explore, although given the ending and some of the juxtapositions displayed throughout it feels like there is a little bit of (unintentional?) copaganda on display...
'Can't you see all the good work these guys are doing? Surely we can forgive them this one tiny mistake?'
😬