4.5 / 5 thumbs up
A cop in rural Western Ireland (Bendan Gleeson) discovers disturbing drug-related crime in his sleepy district, and when a visiting negro FBI agent (Don Cheadle) learns in the cross-agency briefing that their investigations might be connected, the two cops team up to take down the bad guys. Sound like a tiresome, typical Hollywitz interracial cop comedy?
Except it’s not.
This isn’t a Hollywood film where they rehashed the same Jewish schlock in a different shetl. “The Guard” is a genuine Irish film with a distinctly Irish script, an Irish stamp of black humor, and the irresistible forays into philosophy. It’s intelligent, funny, and unconventional in a lot of ways.
Yet it never takes itself too seriously. Unlike ham-fisted Jew “comedies” which exploit humor as a veil behind which to distort and agitate, “The Guard” seeks only to clarify and amuse. It’s a pessimistic commentary on life which entertains the whole way and never misses an opportunity to take potshots at Hollywood conventions and their corrosive effect on the real world.
Cheadle's character is educated and well-spoken (unlike the Chris Tuckers and Martin Lawrences who fill the Hollywood "black cop" role), but Gleeson is nevertheless immunized to the Agitated Negro routine. He needles Cheadle throughout the entire film, rarely apologizes for any quip, and takes a wry pleasure in keeping one step ahead of his visiting counterpart.
Their chemistry on screen is good and both actors deliver good performances, but interestingly the grand racial resolution which forms the stock ending for every Hollywood White cop/Black cop comedy, which goes something like this--
" I guess we're not so different after all, you and me-- I'm an analytical, indecisive White pussy and you’re a reckless man of action who 'freestyles' through police-work-- but we both complement each other great. Plus you taught me how to shuck and jive! We dogz!" *fist bump*
-- is notably absent from "The Guard". In a reversal of the stereotypical racial encounter, Gleeson grasps Cheadle's essence directly upon meeting him (and thus immediately resorts to trolling him as the only way to tolerate his company), but Cheadle is never quite able to get a grip on Gleeson and it frustrates him to no end. The film fittingly ends with the Black Man staring out into the distance on a wharf, trying in vain to comprehend the depth of the White Man's world-humor and passion for life.
It’s hard to imagine a Salotrean not enjoying this movie on some level.
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