Trent: Yo! Let me shout out to my South Central homeys with 2012’s “End of Watch,” and I wanna say that this is a mad decent flick even if the cops in it are all a little too goody-goody to resemble the average racial-profiling LAPD po-po. So Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Pena are buddies doing patrol in the hood, and we get to see their daily lives, which consist of harassing the Bloods and the Sur 13 just about equal. At night, Jake and Mike go home to some fine ladies: Anna Kendrick and Natalie Martinez, respectively. Now, I wouldn’t risk catching no bullet if there was booty of that quality waiting at home after a shift, but these men are heroes, feel me? Heavy is the chest that wears the shield. I should mention that the director is David Ayer, who also made “Suicide Squad”- but don’t let that get you all prejudiced.
Tracey: Anna Kendrick and Jake Gyllenhaal are all sorts of adorableness together and for that matter so are Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Pena, but even they can’t make me tolerate the way “End of Watch” depicts almost every POC as a thieving, murderous gangster.
Beatricia: Tracey! What language! We don’t go around calling people “Pieces of Shit” in this household!
Tracey: Not P.O.S! P.O.C!
Beatricia: “Pieces of Crap”? Not much of an improvement!
Tracey: NO! P.O.C.! People of Color!
Grandpa Felicius: Did I hear correctly? We’re supposed to refer to the duskier folk as “colored people” again? I guess racism is cyclical, just like fashion, which is why I always keep my dashing cocked sugarloaf ready. It’s emerging out of retirement this very second!
Tracey: Whoa! What the..! Eeeewww Grandpa!
Grandpa Felicius: I will brook no dissent! Cocky is coming out in all its splendor!
Trent: WTF is a Cocked Sugarloaf?!?
Hank: Something none of us is allowed to Google!!!
Beatricia: Grandpa can’t take out his cocked sugarloaf, because, sadly, moths devoured it decades ago. Also, that’s just an old word for hat. Also, Tracey, this POC nonsense has to stop, because it sounds three times more offensive than whatever term it is trying to replace. Also, the movie simply depicts the reality of policing that particular neighborhood. Also, most of the cast, including the good guys, are “POC.” Also, “End of Watch” was quite good, except for the migraine that ensues from all the shaky shots: the movie jumps from dashboard cams, to clip-on micro-cams, to surveillance cams. That feels like an unnecessary gimmick. What did you think, Hanky?
Hank: I thought: “Wow, the Stephen King book-to-movie process is getting faster and faster every year!” Just kidding, this is a non-King, unrelated “End of Watch,” but I wish it had involved telekinetic gang bangers, or haunted crack houses, or demonic low riders. As it is, this was too gritty and realistic. I don’t need reminders that the world is full of corrupt, shameless crooks out to destroy all that’s good and decent in our society! But enough about Congress.
Cousin Franz: “End of Watch” doesn’t have a single second in it you haven’t been subjected to dozens, if not hundred of times, but it is testimony to the fact that heart-felt performances and competent directing can turn cliches into “effective, tried-and-true tropes.” David Ayer wrote the “Training Day” screenplay, (and co-wrote a little franchise starter called “The Fast and the Furious”). As a director, he carved himself a respectable directorial niche doing “Harsh Times” and “Street Kings,” gritty crime movies set in L.A. Now that Ayer has been lured to work in the profitable superhero assembly line alongside other doomed souls such as Zack Snyder, who knows what waits.
Blurbarella: “Demonic– David Ayer– Can’t Make Me Tolerate– “Suicide Squad.”
3 out of 6 Cherries