“END OF WATCH” My rating: B+ (Now playing)
109 minutes | MPAA rating: R
“End of Watch” is like an entire season of TV’s excellent “Southland” distilled into one feature film.
Which is another way of saying it’s one of the better cop flicks you’ll ever see.
Writer/director David Ayer, who made a splash a 11 years ago with “Training Day” and has been struggling ever since to match that film’s blend of style, suspense and acting chops, here makes up for a wasted decade.
“End of Watch” is a buddy movie, but one so reeking of versimilitude, one that so perfectly captures the camaraderie of cocky young cops on patrol, that it transcends a couple of common-sense objections (no officers in LAPD history have ever seen as much action as the uniforms played here by Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Pena) to emerge as a near-documentary look at life on the job.
Part of that is Ayer’s technique. Recognizing that nothing happens nowadays that isn’t captured by some sort of recording device (the police learned this the hard way with the Rodney King beatdown), Ayer presents his story largely as “found footage” captured by surveillance cameras, police dashboard cams and cell phones. And then there are the images recorded by cop Brian Taylor (Gyllenhaal), a techno geek of the first order who pins mini-cams on himself and his partner, Mike Zavala (Pena), wires his police cruiser for sight and sound, and often carries his own digital camera onto crime scenes.
Heck, even the bad guys like to record their crimes for posterity.










