It's a local-government corruption thriller that doesn't care about logic or consistency or the people watching it.
Somewhere in here there's a cogent, timely attack on the links between business and politics.
If you're in the mood for some slick trash featuring great actors slumming it without phoning it in, "Broken City" is a crackling good time.
Most of the roles are so ambiguous you end up scratching your head in the final reel, and some of the loose ends are so irrelevant they seem to have ended up on the cutting-room floor.
What follows is not a review; it's an autopsy...one long (illustrated!) spoiler.
The picture comes out swinging with both a conscience and a set of brass knuckles; it also features a Russell Crowe who doesn't, thankfully, sing. What's not to love?
Crowe, so tanned and coiffed that he looks like he belongs on a copper coin, plays the mayor as a boss out of the '40s, a heartless string-puller who thinks he owns the city.
[An] overproduced, underobserved, yet agreeably twisty new political thriller ...
Did these people - or even these people's people - not bother to read the script first?