BY ASHLEY KOWALEWSKI
I’m not going to lie; going into this movie I had really high hopes. It seems like Marky Mark* has finally made his comeback and I was hoping this was going to be yet another gem that his fabulous name was a part of. While this movie was pretty good, it’s not what I expected in terms of plot execution.
In a nutshell, Broken City is about an ex-NYPD detective who killed a guy seven years ago (they make it very known that it was seven years ago as they repeat it far too many times—we get it, seven years ago) and was asked to step down, even though he wasn’t actually charged for the murder, as it was “self defense” (it wasn’t actually self defense and everyone knows it, but he killed to avenge someone else’s death, so that makes it okay—like The Punisher or something).
Fast-forward seven years, the mayor, played by the slightly plumper-than-we’re-used-to-seeing-him Russell Crowe, is running for office again against the do-gooder new kid in town Jack Valliant—don’t you love when the character names are so apropos?—but there’s some controversy with his campaign as he is doing some not-so-favourable urban planning and also suspects his wife of having an affair with Valliant’s campaign manager. He calls on Marky Mark, who is now a private eye, to find out for sure if his wife is having an affair and pays him a whopping 50 g’s, but, as it happens in movies, nothing is what it seems and there is far more controversy and scandal than little Marky Mark can wrap his head around.
I really enjoyed the concept of this movie, but the execution of the plot fell a little flat. There were certain moments that I was really confused and wasn’t sure who was on which side, and I really felt like they tried to do too much—like over-developing the fact that Marky Mark was on the wagon, and then fell off the wagon and started drinking again—and had too many characters that were maybe not needed (including Marky Mark’s girlfriend, whose sister’s death he avenged, then they got into an argument and you don’t see her for the rest of the movie).
Not a bad flick all in all, but I think to fully understand it I’ll need a second viewing when it comes out on DVD.
*Please note you will never ever catch me calling him anything but Marky Mark. As far as I’m concerned, if you choose to go by this name in 90s, you forfeit all rights to a legitimate surname. Sorry.
Ashley Kowalewski is an editorial assistant and freelance writer based in Toronto. She has enough nail polish to last a lifetime, reads too much for her own good, and is hopelessly in love with Matt Damon (and his bad movies, too). Follow her @AshKowalewski.