More like Heat 101 with Crash-like overlapping narratives and a heavy hand of clichés. What keeps it moving to the Elliot Goldenthal-wannabe score is the acting. Bag-of-rocks Chris Hemsworth is refreshingly multi-toned here, salt-and-peppered Mark Ruffalo is reliable as hell as the delusional detective, and Nick Nolte sleazes with his oily voice (until he randomly disappears in the third act).
Like in Heat, Los Angeles is icy, picturesque, and ripe with beautiful traffic. There are moral codes and predictable conflicts, but it moves gracefully to the beat of crime thriller entertainment, so there’s no point in overthinking.
It’s too bad Director Bart Layton throws out the codes and goes with the Hollywood Cop-Out ending. This was not a setup for a “feel-good,” but at least it was 30 minutes shorter than Heat.
What did you think of the ending?
Reely Bernie 
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