Movie review of the new-ish Allen Hughes film starring Marky Mark, Orange Russell Crowe, and that woman that is owned by Michael Douglas.
Here is a trailer with a special intro:
Feel it, feel it.
Okay, here we go. Political thriller/murder mystery. Billy Taggart is a New York cop. He is the subject of a police tribunal in relation to the shooting death of a young man. The evidence is weak and it doesn't go to trial. He is brought in to meet the Mayor and the police commissioner, at which time he is told that he needs to surrender his gun and badge.
What is an out of work cop to do in movieland? Become an Irish monk of course. A brother shamus if you will. We skip forward seven years and we see that he is living the plight of all movie/novel private detectives: He is having trouble making the rent!
Out of nowhere he gets a call from the mayor. It is election time and the mayor is concerned because he thinks his wife is cheating on him. If his opponents get info on the affair his chances of being re-elected are nil, because New Yorkers won't elect a man whose wife is sleeping with another man. He offers $50k for Billy to get some photos so he can put a stop to it before his opponents have a chance find out.
A secondary plot plays into this as well. This one revolves around the election, and the mayors possibly dirty land development deal. It is a sweetheart deal that puts billions into the bank for the city of New York, but the mayor's opponents think there is something shady going on.
The acting all around was par to below at best. The dialogue was pretty bad at times, with one line by CZJ standing out, "...if you weren't such a cut-rate dick...". I had to roll my eyes at that. Is this a James Cagney movie? The story was at times too hard to follow, in that it was so simple to follow that I kept tripping over myself trying to make it more complicated than it really was.
This one deserves somewhere between 2 and 3 stars **(*).
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