Director:
Ruben FleischerGuión:
Will BeallCámara:
Dion BeebeMúsica:
Steve JablonskyReparto:
Josh Brolin, Sean Penn, Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone, Giovanni Ribisi, Nick Nolte, Anthony Mackie, Mireille Enos, Michael Peña, Robert Patrick, Jon Polito (más)Streaming (3)
Sinopsis(1)
Los Angeles, 1949. El despiadado rey de la mafia, nacido en Brooklyn, Mickey Cohen (Sean Penn) lleva la batuta en su ciudad, cosechando los sucios beneficios de las drogas, las armas, la prostitución y de todas las apuestas que se hagan al oeste de Chicago. Y todo esto lo hace bajo la protección, no sólo de sus matones a sueldo, sino de la policía y de los políticos bajo su control. Es suficiente como para intimidar incluso al policía más valiente y avezado excepto, quizás, al pequeño grupo secreto de los adjuntos al Departamento de Policía de Los Angeles, encabezado por el Sargento John O'Mara (Josh Brolin) y Jerry Wooters (Ryan Gosling), que aunaron sus fuerzas para intentar descuartizar el mundo de Cohen. (Warner Bros. España)
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Una película de acción simple iluminada como un maniquí y con un abrigo de una película retro sobre mafiosos. Una o dos escenas emocionantes, ritmo rápido, personajes unidimensionales, filtros de cámara atractivos y el terriblemente dirigido Ryan Gosling. Para que este actor salga mal en una película, el director tiene que peor que un chapucero. ¿Cómo consiguieron este elenco con este guión? Exactamente entre dos y tres estrellas, me inclino por dos porque es una violación de Leone y De Palma.
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Shallow popcorn flick that lacks the soul, the atmosphere and that one memorable scene that have always made the gangster genre so attractive and rewarding to viewers. There are many moments, especially the last ten minutes, that were written following the manual "How to make an unwanted parody of a genre quickly and easily." The only thing that keeps it afloat is Josh Brolin’s manly charisma. On the whole, it's as routine and stupid as Zombieland, which I expected from Fleischer, so there's no question of disappointment. And please, don’t give me that “Inspired by a True Story” line.
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It’s shallow kitsch, without much in terms of wisdom from the screenwriter, but it’s still watchable, thanks mainly to the good cast, the nice visuals and the craftsmanship. Sean Penn’s main evil gangster, though, feels like self-parody; his attempts at looking insane and maniac were funny – but that also contributed to my experience as a viewer, which I would describe as satisfactory. It’s unlikely that I will watch Gangster Squad again (not alone, at least), but I didn’t feel any acute need to get as far away from the screen as possible.
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Six brave and incorruptible men against one serious candidate for plastic surgery and a stay in a psychiatric clinic. I wouldn’t have been bothered at all by Fleischer’s attempt to adapt this strange mix of gangster and noir motifs to the tastes of comic-book readers and gamers if the film wasn’t a failure on more basic levels: development of the characters, creation of dramatic tension, logic of action, consistency of atmosphere. The whole film consistently adheres to comic-book stylisation in the mould of Dick Tracy (from which Penn’s psychotic troll most likely escaped), and I won’t mention the ill-considered violence of numerous scenes, and the fascist methods of the “hunters” (who, unlike the protagonists of De Palma’s The Untouchables, obviously have no moral inhibitions) aren’t worthy of comment. However, the inclination toward heroic pathos is much more common than the deliberate parodying of the genre. Though they look good on the posters, they are also as flat as the posters as they pay the price for going from one extreme to the other. Neither the content nor the manner of storytelling offers anything that could draw us in or make us fear for the protagonists characters, or at least spark our interest in how the story will continue. As a brutally straightforward and straightforwardly brutal shoot ’em up (unfortunately with supremely unclear action scenes, including the fistfights), Gangster Squad can make for a pleasant evening, but it also leaves a bitter aftertaste. I consider the failure to make a better film with such an excellent cast, an Oscar-winning cinematographer and a highly capable soundtrack composer to be an act of Hollywood-style organised crime. 65%
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An even bigger mistake than expecting Gangster Squad to be the new L.A. Confidential is to watch L.A. Confidential two days beforehand. I don't mind the lemonade game of gangsters, which mainly treads on a 'sunny' note because the actors fit the period suits exactly, cigarettes are smoked countless times, and there are plenty of excuses to get the Thompsons to bark. I can accept all that until Fleischer says he'd like to be the new DePalma and switches from funny conversational humor to serious mode, where he fails utterly. In fact, all the action scenes seem to have been shoehorned into the film as an afterthought, only one of the two female characters is anchored in the plot, and the police unit is carried by Brolin's charisma and Gosling's smile. To top it all off, it features a collection of annoying Hollywood clichés. A well-deserved fail.
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