Antoine Fuqua portrays his Brooklyn as a commune of drug dealing brothers and free-gunning cops. A scary city where people get shot all the time and it is that type of city. My friend Vladmar’s cousin was murdered two blocks away from my present residence in Fort Greene. Capped by a local thug. For what no one knows. Not the police. Not Vladmar. A couple was robbed in front of our brownstone. Police don’t know nothing. In BROOKLYN’S FINEST the police are stretched thin by bad pay and ruthless leaders.
“A cop is worth more dead than alive.” Ethan Hawke shouted during a poker game with fellow officers. The night ends with a fist fight.
Don Cheadle, the black undercover cop, gets blown away by a white cop, as he avenges a friend’s death.
No one is clean.
Only Richard Gere’s character has some dignity. He puts in his time. “Keep walking through it.” He advises another cop.
It’s all bad.
Brooklyn.
I don’t know shit about it.
Antoine Fuqua does.
BROOKLYN FINEST some bad shit.