For those of us whose "Denzel Washington Crime Drama" phrase is a source of joy, The Little Things can be a source of frustration. It's an old-fashioned film: it was first written in 1993, and He has made several huge hit films over the years, including then Steven Spielberg and Clint Eastwood (the latter collaborated). Screenwriter, now director, with Eliagiak's masterpiece John Lee Hancock A Perfect World). It certainly feels like a serial killer thriller when such movies meant big business: tortured heroes, fresh-faced comrades, heinous murders, sudden twists and turns of the environment. It was also compiled in 1990, either no one bothered to update the settings or more likely - because the proliferation of things like mobile phones made some of the better sets of the film. Has also been reduced.
So, why doesn't it work?
The little things start a lot, the tense scene of a young woman being chased by a mysterious driver at night on a highway near Bekar Field. Next, we turn to Joey Deacon (Washington), a lower sheriff's deputy from Karen County, California, when he returns to his old stop in Los Angeles and joins the informal investigation into the killings. An example is found. He appears to have been a suicide detective in La Deccan, through two women whose deaths she could not solve - he talks to corpses and at night, the dead imagines he is looking at her - and He left the department unharmed. . His former colleagues and associates in the LA Sheriff's Department see a combination of stalemate and blatant hatred towards him.
But it is not the young hot-shot housewife Jaim Jim Baxter (Rami Malik) who is in charge of the case, who is attracted to Deccan and wants to help him solve these crimes. For all his cocktail heroes, Baxter does not seem untouched by the cunning and masculine behavior of the weary giants around him. He still believes that as investigators he is working for the dead, and avoids the humor of kissing fellow policemen and hanging batteries. Deacon does not share Baxter's honesty, but he does not share his purpose. ("Things have probably changed a lot since you left." "You still have to catch them, okay?" "Yes." "Then not much has changed.") He told Baxter on "the little things." Noticed Taught a crime scene or a criminal's psychological overlooked details that can give them an indication of who he or she is.
On paper, it looks great. However, in particular, the little things are somewhat less than what we or the hero are looking for, in order to clarify the parameters of the matter - partly because of his incompetence - or perhaps dislike. Is. This is not a fatal error, and it can be an asset: the film is intoxicating rather than interested in the psychological activities of the police work. It seeks to study character rather than action. But it's half-heartedly sorry. The script plays the role of a coyote with a skeleton in Deacon's cell and waits until the end to reveal their true form, which is a hoax because almost every other character knows what a skeleton is. (Baxter doesn't, but the movie isn't from Baxter's point of view - it's mostly Dukon's).
The moves of this screenwriter hurt the performance of the winds. Because we do not know the real source of Deccan's suffering, his anger has become vague and normal, and it is painful to see what little Washington can do with the other part. Meanwhile, Malik never agrees to play the role of an idealist spy. Looks like he's playing with ideas, not people. Moreover, apart from the initial sequence of their relationship, the conversation between Deacon and Baxter does not really develop in any meaningful way, in the end, it is left to suddenly turn right. Perhaps in the hands of a director who has better control over the mood, puts more emphasis on the characters, and a sharp understanding of playing with pulp imagery - say, Eastwood and especially Eastwood in the 90s. It can help make it work.
But then Jared shows up to Leto and things get interesting again. As a skeptic, his character gives the impression of our first, brief glimpse of him - perhaps because he's being played by an Oscar-winning actor who advises this random, anonymous friend that he's a big one. Will become a player. Lotto brings only the right mix of weird dislikes in its part. Without going too far into the spoiler area, just to say that it introduces a welcome element of unexpected potential that feels as long as no one feels like a derivative and no particular Not from Thriller. (I think I'm saying here that Jared Leto is the epitome of a movie that features Denzel Washington and Rami Malik, and no, I haven't reconciled with that yet.)
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