InRO Weekly — Volume 1, Issue 16
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FILM REVIEWS<br />
mass shooting is indeed name-checked here, as are Covid<br />
lockdowns and political extremist groups like the Three<br />
Percenters. All of which is to say, the film is attempting to set its<br />
story amidst our current and endless national debate about gun<br />
violence and a polarized population where angry white men are<br />
isolated and radicalized. The staging of the shooting is arguably<br />
in poor taste <strong>—</strong> the film is attempting to be released in a week<br />
that doesn’t coincide with a high-profile mass shooting, a near<br />
impossible task <strong>—</strong> but all the same, it’s brutally effective in<br />
conveying the pervasive fear of being gunned down in a public<br />
place. To Catch a Killer moves between a series of locations<br />
bustling with humanity, allowing just enough time to scan the<br />
frame in anticipation of whose head might explode in a red mist<br />
<strong>—</strong> Szifron repeats this motif a few times throughout the film,<br />
even in scenes where there is no immediate violence, creating an<br />
unnerving Pavlovian effect. The sequence then concludes with<br />
an evocative shot where forensics teams located around the city<br />
trace the trajectory of the shooter using green lasers, all pointing<br />
toward the same high-rise window just as it explodes with<br />
comic-book villain flourish.<br />
The investigation is led by Lammark, a sour, paranoid G-man who<br />
speaks in rah-rah platitudes <strong>—</strong> the film attempts to<br />
humanize the character by giving him a doting husband, which it<br />
cynically treats as a “gotcha” twist. Stymied by the mayor’s office<br />
which refuses to lock down the city out of fear of losing a multibillion-dollar<br />
development deal, and penned in by his D.C. bosses<br />
who second-guess his methods, Lammark finds himself on a<br />
short leash and unsure of who he can even trust; that is, until he<br />
overhears Eleanor describing the killer in language better suited<br />
for a Tumblr post than a bullpen <strong>—</strong> “Evil is cutting off a bird’s<br />
wing just to see what happens; this guy’s swatting mosquitoes'' <strong>—</strong><br />
and takes a shine to her. Highlighting her mental illness, history<br />
of insubordination, and substance abuse as assets for this case,<br />
Lammark elevates Eleanor to his small investigative team<br />
(alongside Babylon’s Jovan Adepo), hoping she’ll be able to<br />
recognize the scent of another disenfranchised loner before he<br />
strikes again. It’s a laughable conceit, attempting to recreate the<br />
Will Graham-Jack Crawford dynamic of Manhunter, only if<br />
Graham’s prior experience was limited to rousting drunks and<br />
making coffee. The film frequently has to contort itself simply to<br />
justify laying the case at the feet of a shaky greenhorn instead<br />
of, say, an experienced criminal profiler (Woodley, for her part,<br />
comes across every bit as lost as one would expect, never quite<br />
tapping into an alleged reservoir of dysfunction and unique<br />
insight). In the end, the case is broken wide open not by<br />
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