Dragged Across Concrete is better than you heard. But, what do I know? I’m a Bone Tomahawk fan and some of you guys are turning on that one. That being said, I hope you give this one a shot. It’s not the movie that the loud kids online want to sell you.
Mel Gibson deserves your artistic respect. Not real respect, that’s imaginary. I’m talking about recognizing his ability to craft a narrative that holds over the ages. Even when he’s a lead actor, he has a way of taking over a role and adapting it to a certain archetype. In a way, it’s the antithesis of the John Wayne approach.
We live in an era where police brutality is being showcased as a plague. While I’m not one to pick a side in outside squabbles, I feel the film managed to strike a perfect balance. Trash cops exist, but so does a deeply flawed system. Younger viewers will have a harder time understanding a world that doesn’t exist in black and white. But, what else is new?
Back to the Mel Gibson point. As you watch the final act of the film, take notice of how Mel Gibson interacts with Tory Kittles. No one is judging the other, but they’re acting on what they need to survive. Dragged Across Concrete works at a primal level that I feel isn’t pleasant for modern viewing.
These cops aren’t heroes, they’re selfish. But, they manage to find dignity when forced to live as the criminals they pursue. The criminals are men of their word, but again will fight to save their necks. If Dragged Across Concrete does anything right, it’s showcasing the natural self-promotion of individuals.