By Simon Abrams | The Playlist September 8, 2012 at 10:46PM
Like "Harsh Times" before it, police drama "End of Watch" conflates realism with sensationalism. In fact, writer/director David Ayer sustains an abrasive tone throughout "End of Watch" in a number of ways. Firstly, Ayer gives his buddy cop drama a cheap kind of immediacy by having his macho, Alpha male Los Angeles cop protagonists film their lives as police officers. Button-sized cameras and hand-held digital cameras aren’t however just used by the police: both the local Mexican drug cartel members and the black gang-bangers that the 13th district cops have to keep an eye out for use cameras to document and valorize their activities too.
Unfortunately for Ayer, his emphasis on ritualistic, gruesome violence is the only thing believable about his ill-conceived picture. Simultaneously clichéd and monotonous, Ayer's film is only convincing when it’s trained on chest-thumping, sociopathic behavior. But even when the sociopaths in question are cops, the characters played by the atypically threatening Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña never feel like their behavior is so dangerous or so sophomorically vile that it’s unjustifiable. Ayer likes his monsters too much to really do much with them beyond show how potentially dangerous they are and then valorize them for unwittingly not crossing a line and becoming full-on thugs with badges.
Gyllenhaal and Peña respectively play Brian Taylor and Mike “Zee” Zavala. Brian and Zee spend much of the film going on patrol, talking shit to each other and half-assedly realizing the limits of their own mortality with each new bust they make and brawl they reflexively instigate. As a two-man unit, these guys are, however, most convincing when they’re shooting the shit aimlessly and making fun of each other for basically conforming to ethnic stereotypes. Being Mexican, Zee has a big family and values his wife’s physical presence more than her ideas. Brian is relatively more nebulously defined via caricature. He’s going to grad school and studying film, hence his tentatively explored interest (at best) in documenting his life as a modern-day lawman. A former Marine, Brian has a lot of quick flings but has yet to find the right woman for him, someone that he can talk, to until he meets Janet (Anna Kendrick).
Janet is almost never defined by her ideas, but again, this is mostly because Ayer never defines his characters beyond a point. Ayer does admittedly try to show that there is in fact a world of police officers and social protocols that exist beyond Brian and Zee’s tendency to pursue whatever cases they feel they should. But a scene like the one where an unnamed officer bluntly expresses resentment at how pampered Brian and Zee are goes nowhere. Likewise, many of the other officers, especially the women officers that flit around Brian and Zee but never establish their identity beyond being simultaneously butch and sassy, are too vague to be truly sympathetic. Worse, Brian and Zee’s respective partners are giggly and believably effusive but never more than just arm candy for rambunctious men whose growing interest in testing themselves inevitably bites them in the ass in a big way.
What Ayer does thankfully at least convey is a sense of dread that his chintzy and largely unnecessary use of first-person POV camerawork only heightens. The discovery of human bodies in a cartel is handled with as much head-spinning expediency as the sudden appearance of special agents, whose long-running investigation Brian and Zee inadvertently interrupt when they pursue one of Brian’s characteristically sound hunches. Bodies come and big-shots go without introduction, making Ayer's film an impressionistic blur of implied violence.
Sadly, "End of Watch" is only an inadvertent success. Ayer has no concept of thematic or narrative follow-through, a fact that’s only emphasized by his trite use of POV photography to visually enhance violence. Like his characters, Ayer prefers to revel in disposable feelings instead of seriously interrogating his characters’ dark, brooding motives. At no point do these characters ever feel like they’re ever multi-faceted as they should be since they’re primarily defined by their refusal to slow down long enough to wonder why they do what they do. That lack of introspection is downright unfathomable for a movie whose narrative structure is a film-within-the-film that’s ostensibly intended to explore what being a cop in contemporary LA is all about. "End of Watch" isn’t just loud and obnoxious, it’s proudly self-defeating. [C]