
Broken City (review)
I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that this script had been sitting around, unproduced, for 20 years, it’s that musty…

I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that this script had been sitting around, unproduced, for 20 years, it’s that musty…
An ugly portrait of notorious Glasgow gangster Paul Ferris that paints him as nearly noble…
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…

It’s a disaster movie, but not as we know it…

If only this were a wholly fictional story, I could get behind it 100 percent, instead of the 95 percent I can give.

Gangster Squad! In color! This is blustery postwar mythologizing about the violent birth of the modern metropolis, all pulpy-bright even when it’s night…
At every turn, and via a simple narrative that is so effortless it barely feels constructed at all, nothing here is quite what it seems, and everything is even more than what it is.

Like a midseason episode of a basic-cable detective show you’ve never heard of.

Achingly lovely, so full of bittersweet melancholy and yet so fixedly hopeful…
Fanciful and visually lavish, yet very grounded in human reality.