A family of police officers – patriarch, two sons, and a son-in-law – deals with corruption in a precinct in Washington Heights. Four officers die in an ambush at a drug dealer’s apartment. It’s brother Francis’s precinct, so when the investigation led by brother Ray finds hints of police corruption, there’s pressure to close ranks and save Frankie’s career. Dad, a police brass, promises Ray that he and Frankie can clean things up, and Ray should focus on catching the drug dealer who killed the cops. Meanwhile, brother-in-law Jimmy, a hothead and an enforcer, is visited at home by a lowlife. Is Jimmy involved in the corruption? Where can this take the family?
Remains one of the best cop dramas I've seen in some time; this isn't just some lazy late 00's thriller trying to capitalize on the success of "The Departed." Edward Norton gives a fine, charismatic performance and director O'Connor has certain skill in depicting rough neighborhoods, broken homes and bad consciences. Gripping and emotionally volcanic, I barely took note of the clichés some complain about.
This is actually a pretty good movie, fucking except for the fucking fact that fucking every fucking other fucking line from the fucking bad fucking cops is the fucking word "fuck". -- PolarisDiB