Dealing with everyday police work in a notoriously difficult area of New York, the policeman struggles to preserve a sense of moral decency despite his colleagues more ruthless methods. When a boy dies in suspicious circumstances, the cop refuses to let it go unchallenged and faces the wrath of his fellow officers.
That is not to say this movie lacks the trademark cynicism of the era, it captures. The dirty, bombed out early 80's NYC that has passed into legend. But rather than a force of brute justice or outright evil, it shows the police force as an active part of the community, not everyone in the ranks are on the same page, but the characters we spend the most of our time with are refreshingly progressive in their pursuit. Watching this now, I can absolutely see this as a Dad movie, and as a MY dad movie, but this is that rare urban early 80's NYC film that avoids Stereotypes on all levels.
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