This offbeat cop film is
an admirable curiosity, marred by the lack of a consistent tone. Carroll
O’Connor and Ernest Borgnine play New Yorkers who are so fed up with the street
crime plaguing their blue-collar neighborhoods that they (and several friends)
join the NYPD’s auxiliary police force. Armed with badges, nightsticks, and
uniforms, these pseudo-cops discover that criminals have as little respect for
law-enforcement officers as they do for residents. This unusual premise could
have gone in one of two directions, each potentially rewarding—broad comedy or
tragic irony. Alas, director/co-writer Ivan Passer attempts both styles at
once, and the hybrid doesn’t work. Passer’s visuals are too grimly realistic
for the silly scenes to take flight, and his storytelling lacks the gravitas to
support dark elements that enter the story during the final act. A truly awful
score by Angelo Badalamenti (credited as Andy Badale) doesn’t help matters,
because Badalamenti provides music that’s corny enough for silent-era
comedy—which clashes with the nuanced textures of the film’s photography and
performances.
Still, within this jumble are several meritorious elements, such
as the naturalistic acting of the leading players. O’Connor basically reprises
his Archie Bunker characterization from All
in the Family, portraying an uneducated cabbie given to crude racial
epithets. He’s believably crass and hostile. Borgnine, working a similar vein,
plays a he-man hairdresser (!) whose sex drive resurges once he gets a charge
out of strutting around in NYPD blue. (Brace yourself for the image of Borgnine
leaping onto a woman in a frenzy of slow-mo lust.) Passer generates many vivid
scenes, from throwaway bits of the boys hanging out in their cramped apartments
to plaintive vignettes of O’Connor’s character trying to restart his life by
purchasing a run-down diner. But for every spot-on moment, there’s a dissonant stretch like the sequence
in which Alan Arbus plays a weirdo shrink who counsels potential rape victims
to cuddle their attackers. However, Law
and Disorder looks great, with cinematographer Arthur J. Ornitz capturing
Manhattan at its filthiest, and the movie is a valuable time capsule thanks to
its unflinching depictions of crude attitudes toward gender and race.
Law and Disorder: FUNKY
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