While the first hour is filled with race baiting to the max (The Mexicans are gangsters! They can't let the nice white man be on his way! The skinhead biker store owner is a Nazi fetishist! The Asian shopkeep is a cheap jerk!) the second hours allows for at least a BIT of grace, courtesy entirely of the fine performances from Duvall and Douglass. Duvall's speech towards his fellow officer, explaining finally why he's willing to quit the force for his wife and the resulting revelation that perhaps their infant daughter's death was a little shady, that her mental condition is not exactly stable; Douglas's equally harsh revelation that after a long day of seemingly rebellious fighting back that he may have in fact just been another kind of bully, a bad guy... these are probably the only two worthwhile scenes in the whole movie. Everything else is just Schumachery, over-the-top histrionics in-between deeply lulling periods of extremely boring exposition.
But what does it say about me that I've, without intention, seen so many of this man's movies? If he's a hack, I'm definitely a sucker.
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