The one thing worse than a movie that’s so totally rah-rah about its subject is to put the audience in a position to care about its subject and then to, rather ruthlessly, kill its subject. Or in the case of End of Watch, half its subjects.
Director William Friedkin has returned once again, however, this time, he’s dressed in Tracy Letts’ stage gown. Based on Letts’ eponymous play, Friedkin and his recent collaborator (Bug, 2006), deliver another whirlwind of big and bold characters clashing within a small environment.
If there’s one film director who can make audiences flee, it’s David
Cronenberg. Anyone who watched Crash, his graphic tale of car crashes
and sex, or his adaptation of William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch, knows as
It seems crazy, but animated films may be the best way within the movies to tackle mature themes. How else can a movie make us deal with subjects such as death and bullying without coming off like an After School Special?