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Border killer
Monserrat 2022-03-22 09:01:13
From the perspective of the script alone, the reversal of the black cop story in the second half of the plot is both reasonable and unexpected. The fledgling Kate was placed high hopes at first and was only used as a puppet to witness the ecology of the drug syndicate along the US-Mexico border. The anti-narcotics captain Matt took advantage of the rivalry of drug cartels to embark on the road of revenge, and at the same time establish an official and controllable drug trafficking circle. The rhythm of the whole story is cold and cruel. The numerous shootings and deaths make the atmosphere look depressing and desperate. Many of this is expressed through Kate’s emotions and demeanor. At the same time, in order to reinforce this imprint, photography also uses many ultra-wide-angle lenses. To express a kind of desolation and helplessness, while shaking and moving the camera to reflect a kind of anxiety. The film's torture of American justice and the consideration of good and evil of human nature are merciless. In the "wolf pack" survival rule of the weak and the strong, it is not only the law that is missing.
Extended Reading
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Phil Coopers: [assuring Kate] Advisors like Matt come in, they stir the pot, they cause the criminals to react and make mistakes. That's how we build cases against the individuals that actually make a difference in this fight. It's when they're nervous, when they stop trusting their crews, when they move their money. These are all opportunities to strike. And that's the purpose of people like Matt.
Dave Jennings: Kate, this isn't something that I dreamed up myself. I don't have the authority to hire advisors, or authorize joint agency missions, or fly agents from Air Force bases. Are you understanding me? These decisions are made far from here, by officials elected to office, not appointed to them. So, if your fear is operating out of bounds, I am telling you, you are not. The boundary's been moved.
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Reggie Wayne: [sitting in a bar] Look at you. Your eyebrows are a mess.
Kate Macer: [hiding her face] No, they're not!
Reggie Wayne: They're like caterpillars, like wild beasts. You're losing weight.
Kate Macer: I'm eating.
Reggie Wayne: Look at you. What is it, one T-shirt a week? At least work on your personal hygiene, huh?
Kate Macer: You sound like my mother.
Reggie Wayne: Maybe I *am* your mother. First we work on personal hygiene, then we move on to the shopping.