Boy did I find this tiresome. I’m willing to give To the benefit of the doubt that all of this was intentional, but it just plays like a parody of bumbling police buffoonery. Nothing is ever tense. Each moment of police brutality is offset by a prominent score of silliness. A guy forced to rub his fake neck tattoo until it peels raw feels so trite. And then when another cop goes to kick a guy, he makes sure to remove his boot. Even something as silly as wiping off a dirt bootprint on a woman’s shirt after being kicked feels meaningless. When the cops are cautiously ascending a staircase, a confusing soft rock ballad plays which tempts to lull me to sleep. This felt like a straight comedy, and well, I don’t often like those.
Boy did I find this tiresome. I’m willing to give To the benefit of the doubt that all of this was intentional, but it just plays like a parody of bumbling police buffoonery. Nothing is ever tense. Each moment of police brutality is offset by a prominent score of silliness. A guy forced to rub his fake neck tattoo until it peels raw feels so trite. And then when another cop goes to kick a guy, he makes sure to remove his boot. Even something as silly as wiping off a dirt bootprint on a woman’s shirt after being kicked feels meaningless. When the cops are cautiously ascending a staircase, a confusing soft rock ballad plays which tempts to lull me to sleep. This felt like a straight comedy, and well, I don’t often like those.
