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Wilmington on DVDs: End of Watch


END OF WATCH  (Also Two Disc Combo: Blu-ray/DVD/Digital Copy) (Two and a Half Stars)

U.S.: David Ayer, 2012 (Universal)


End of Watch is an exciting Los Angeles buddy-cop movie, made with lots of energy and style. But it has one pretty big flaw:  Those damned cameras.

The cameras are the recording devices that keep trailing the heroes, everywhere. (I’ll explain later.) The movie, which was written and directed by David Ayer, the writer of Training Day and the director of Harsh Times, follows around two South Los Angeles cop buddies, Brian Taylor and Mike Zavala (played lustily by Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Pena), on their almost insanely over-active daily rounds of drug busts, fires, street battles and homicides. It’s an improbably jam-packed schedule, and it seems to include almost every possible LAPD crisis but World War III or an invasion from outer space,

While doing their duty and trying to keep each other alive to the end of the watch, Brian and Mike also manage to engage nearly constantly in explosive, four-letter-word-packed banter, to have spicy off-duty love or family lives (with, respectively, Anna Kendrick as Brian’s girlfriend Janet and Natalie Martinez as Mike’s wife Gabby), to  get helped or hassled by fellow cops (including America Ferrera as Officer Orozco and Cody Horn as Officer Davis), and to get contracts taken out on them by the Sinaloa Drug Cartel. The Cartel is apparently a real organization (any product placement?), and their L. A. agents are shown here as a scurvy band of scowling psychopaths and degenerate hoodlums, who — with names like Demon (Richard Cabral), La La (Yahira Garcia) and Big Evil (Maurice Comte) and faces to match — seem candidates for an exorcism as much as as an arrest.

In the meantime, while all this is going on, Officer Brian also manages to shoot this movie, or at least part of it, with a handheld camera and some mini-cams for a class that he’s taking. The rest of the show  (which includes all the reaction shots and cutaways and master shots that Brian couldn‘t possibly get), was apparently captured by their squad car surveillance equipment, by other handheld cameras run by the  (very cooperative) gangbangers , and, according to the press notes, by still more cameras operated by “citizens caught in the line of fire.”

If all this seems a little too found-footagey to be true, it may also portend some great new golden age of cinema verite, where everybody, everywhere, is constantly shooting, or helping to shoot, movies about everyone else.  Here, it seems, almost every nearby camera or mini-cam (most of whom shoot their pictures in  pretty much the same bright, scintillatingly jerky visual style), seem to have gotten involved —  except maybe for helicopter crews flying overhead,  passersby and neighborhood filmmakers wandering by with cell phone cameras or camcorders ready to point at the action. and possibly  the Goodyear blimp.

Exactly who it was who found this spectacular found footage, gathered it all together from numerous sources,  and edited it into the movie now known as End of Watch, is something of a mystery. So is the complete lack of reticence with which Brian and Mike spout their obscenity-laced car confabs or relate the details of the lewd anecdotes they probably wouldn’twant their families or significant others to know about. Perhaps they’re forgetful. Perhaps they’re insane exhibitionists who really don’t give a damn. Perhaps Satan himself  is involved — though that’s probably another movie, and not one I especially want to see, unless they play it for laughs.

Ayer (who wrote the scorching dialogue for Training Day) does write and direct this movie-of-many-movies  with dash and style, though it could use more modulation and variety and even some occasional boredom, which is something I‘ll bet a lot of cops experience too — and which might make good dramatic contrast here. Gyllenhaal and Pena play together with crackling ease, though I found Pena the more convincing, and Martinez the more moving of the two ladies. The villains are a little too melodramatic, and so is the ending, which was also true of the end of watch in Training Day.

In any case, despite the whiplash cop-talk and the visceral impact of the performances and of Roman Vosyanov’s multi-purpose hyper-active camera work, this mockup found-footage format put me off. Realism? Give me a break. After a while, I kept looking around for more cameras, trying to spot where they might be. I had visions of cops and crooks (and maybe even of Vosyanov and the crew from End of Watch) all circling each other, trying to hang on to both their guns and their cameras, strenuously attempting to shoot each other in at least one sense of the word, perhaps even tossing the cameras back and forth to each other, or maybe, in the heat of the action, dropping the equipment (perhaps on a backyard trampoline, for a really unique shot), or stumbling over them — or losing them and later being blackmailed by the citizens caught in the line of fire or other passersby who picked them up.

Of course, writer-director Ayer  didn’t have to stumble into this quagmire at all. He could have kept just one camera (Taylor’s) plus the surveillance equipment, and just not bothered trying to explain anything else, in the press notes or anywhere else. Since its all shot in the same style anyway (Vosyanov‘s),why bother? Actually, and I would have preferred this, Ayer could have forgotten all the on-screen cameras enturely, and just had Vosyanov shoot the movie any way they wanted.  Though I admit I would have liked to see that camera-on-the-trampoline scene.

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