The film
follows the life of two young officers, showing us their work, fears,
aspirations, love, rest, happiness and grief. They are marked for death after
confiscating a small cache of money and firearms from the members of a
notorious cartel, during a routine traffic stop.
The trailer
to the film was very promising: one could not tell from those couple of minutes
as to what was going to happen in the film, or what the film is about. It all
looked just tense, bloody and sweaty ode to policemen – something to look
forward to. The problem is that even after watching the movie I cannot tell
what the film is about, or why on earth it appeared in the way it did.
The whole
movie is done in the mockumentary style: at the very start the main character
flashes the camera that he has, and then most of the film the action is shown “as
seen” by him – all the talk, all the jokes. It was supposed to give the audience
the intimacy and the from-the-first-hand feeling of actually sitting in the
police car with the cops or joining them in their operations. Those casual
cameras are everywhere: one in the hand of Brian Taylor, two on their uniform,
couple in the car – the life of those fictitious cops has been carefully
documented.
As if that
was not enough, the storyline was brushed up to give us maximum realism. There
are many little stories, little jokes, little monologues and conversations, to
resemble the real life, with all its complexity and simplicity. The characters
come and go and return, and all we have is this couple of cops, best friends,
professionals to whom we are supposed to empathise fully come the end of the
film. Well, at least that was the plan of the authors.
Now about
how it actually feels. I have never been a big fan of the “shaky” camera,
which, for example, annoyed no end in Hunger Games, but here is the absolute
level of atrocity aimed at the inner ear. Because the camera is in the hands of
the cop, authors thought it would be great to force him to shake it as much as he
can. By the end of the film I was so seasick that the camera rotating 360
degrees every other minute was chasing me in nightmares. The scenes of Los
Angeles from the helicopter felt like oasis – several seconds to have a rest
watching steady picture. I presume that this shaky camera was done on purpose,
to give us extra feeling of involvement – but in real life I never shake my
head ecstatically, how can I feel that way?
Then the
storyline. Authors probably thought that it was good idea not to have set
storyline written in the literature style – instead they have a collection of
anecdotes about the life of the two cops. That was probably done, again, for
further involvement and all of that, but as the result the movie became
absolutely unwatchable in terms of the storytelling. The film picks up the
storyline, then drops it, then picks the other one, then drops it and returns
to the first one, everything without sense of direction or general
understanding of purpose. Aiming to show us the life, authors missed
enormously. The story of our lives, I believe, is always beautiful in its
consistency, in its fluency. There is no need to invent the wheel to show
interesting lives – all you need to do is to show them as they are.
These
shortcomings are shameful for two reasons. First is that a very promising film
style, mockumentary, has been compromised badly by this movie. Why to choose it
if in the end you get mumbling mess stuck somewhere in between the documentary
and fictitious movies? End of Watch is the mock part of “mockumentary”, and
this is shameful.
Secondly,
and the reason why I wrote so much about the movie, is that the film about
cops is very long overdue. The guardians of law and order (not detectives, but cops) deserve a proper anthem made on celluloid
tape, something that will highlight them, and not bury their day-to-day
patriotic heroism behind some trendy inventions. This movie was supposed to be about cops, but it is not about them. They deserve Apollo 13 as the professional movie, not the nausea-inducing inconsistent mock of the documentary.
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