Police Misconduct: A Bad Cop Getting Worse in Rampart

Directed by Oren Moverman (The Messenger) from a script by Moverman and L.A. noir master James Ellroy, Rampart tracks the downward spiral of LAPD cop Dave Brown (Woody Harrelson). A Vietnam vet whose personal code allows for extreme bad behavior in the name of a hazily defined greater good, Brown describes his approach to patrol as “a military occupation, emergency law.” Asked by a rookie lady cop about the scandal that gives the movie its title—the action’s set in 1999, right around the time 70 Rampart Division cops were busted for misconduct—Brown replies that it’s “bullshit.” He also claims that the rat’s accusations have created a new problem, inducing “hopped-up, wannabe–Rodney King beaners” to goad cops into fucking up in the vicinity of cameras. “I am not a racist,” Brown says later. “The fact is, I hate all people, equally.”

Sure enough, soon Brown is at the center of his own scandal, when a surreptitiously shot video of him beating a suspect makes the nightly news. The dominoes fall from there: An effort to obtain cash for his legal costs leads to a second charge of suspicious force, which leads to Brown’s ejection from the home he shares with his two daughters and two ex-wives—who happen to be sisters.

Rampart is Moverman’s second consecutive collaboration with Harrelson, after The Messenger, which earned the actor an Oscar nomination. Here the director pulls off the formidable task of marrying two unwieldy performances: Harrelson’s, a volatile and vulnerable feat of showboating, and Ellroy’s, whose writing voice is unmistakably the voice of the movie.


Directed by Oren Moverman
Millennium Entertainment
Opens November 23

From Brown’s ethical relativism to his casually repugnant racism, from his nihilism to his self-hatred, and his attempts at self-preservation through self-destruction, Rampart is perhaps best understood as a sustained riff on Ellroy’s pet concerns. Much like Ellroy’s noir classics The Black Dahlia and American Tabloid, Rampart is an imaginative work of historical crime fiction using invented characters to reanimate a specific time and place.

As a study of manhood in crisis, Rampart feels tied to Ellroy’s most recent book, The Hilliker Curse, a memoir-confession tracing the ways his relationships with women—from his obsession with the unsolved murder of his mother to his current romantic entanglements—have influenced all of his fiction. Likewise, women rule Brown’s world, cock-blocking him literally and figuratively, practically and psychologically. Brown’s every encounter with a female reinforces his paranoia that women want to deflate his manhood by sucking him dry. That paranoia is made literal through Brown’s relationship with Linda (Robin Wright), a lawyer who seduces him under false pretenses. “I like to suck cock,” she admits when the truth comes out. “So sue me.”

Although he’s working in a style of heightened naturalism that’s the antithesis of glossy Ellroy adaptations L.A. Confidential and The Black Dahlia, Moverman mimics the free-associative, discursive style of Ellroy’s writing with restless, cubistic editing. Every scene is seen from multiple angles, with Moverman toggling back and forth between medium shots and images captured from afar, as if via hidden camera, often through long zooms reminiscent of a 1970s cop flick.

This ping-pong cutting doesn’t suggest that Brown is being watched so much as it indicates that he thinks he’s being watched, and we’re watching what he thinks that looks like. When the camera zooms in on a Brown family dinner from the viewpoint outside the kitchen window, for instance, we’re not seeing the point of view of an actual person in the bushes, but that of what Brown imagines a voyeur in the bushes could see. We only view the world as he perceives it—which allows us to understand how he can justify even his worst behavior.

Increasingly, Brown’s perception is out of whack. In Rampart’s final act, a newly homeless Brown retreats to a hotel room with booze and pills, willfully surrendering what remains of his grip on reality as the outside world has become increasingly unfriendly to his manipulations. An encounter with his daughters moves him to make one last stab at redemption—which Ellroy and Moverman thankfully treat as the joke that it is. Together, they’ve created a fascinatingly elliptical, open-ended pulp fiction out of a character study so subjective it’s nearly psychedelic.

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what a weird view. I see most sensible people have refrained from responsing to this.Prolly in case it is a scrapeboxed spam sent to every available forum, but it is so outlandish and untrue that I feeel duty bound to respond.For a start this definition of 'white countries' which can only mean western and central europe because once one moves outta those environs, the rest of the world is comprised of nations whose indigenous people are not white.Yet in many of those nations, contrary to what the lunatic poster above proposes, the populations of many of them are white, in a lot mostly white with the indigenous population wiped out or nearly wiped out.

Take england whose population at 2001 was approx 49 mill. Englander white population 45 million leaving 4 mill unwhite.Compare that to the US a non-white nation - yet far more than 4 million persons of english descent live in the US probably 20% of the US population has english heritage, say 80 million people. Of the rest most are also white - either Saxon or Celt, having nearly obliterated the indigenous population and agressively prevented natives from other parts of the americas from entering their phoney whitefella 'nation'.So 4 million unwhite people live in england yet in just one of the many nations england has exported persons to has 20 times that number of englanders.The drongo above things the problem is with unwhites?

Don't be letting any facts get in the way of your spurious arguments bloke.


Where are the good cops protecting white children from genocide?

Africa for the Africans,Asia for the Asians,white countries for EVERYBODY!

Everybody says there is this RACE problem. Everybody says this RACE problem will be solved when the third world pours into EVERY white country and ONLY into white countries.

The Netherlands and Belgium are just as crowded as Japan or Taiwan, but nobody says Japan or Taiwan will solve this RACE problem by bringing in millions of third worlders and quote assimilating unquote with them.

Everybody says the final solution to this RACE problem is for EVERY white country and ONLY white countries to “assimilate,” i.e., intermarry, with all those non-whites.

What if I said there was this RACE problem and this RACE problem would be solved only if hundreds of millions of non-blacks were brought into EVERY black country and ONLY into black countries?

How long would it take anyone to realise I’m not talking about a RACE problem. I am talking about the final solution to the BLACK problem?

And how long would it take any sane black man to notice this and what kind of psycho black man wouldn’t object to this?

But if I tell that obvious truth about the ongoing program of genocide against my race, the white race, Liberals and respectable conservatives agree I am a naziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.

They say they are anti-racist.What they are is anti-white.

Anti-racist is a codeword for anti-white.


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