Mark Layne

To combat the every growing crime problem on the streets of Los Angeles, the LAPD created a new unit called CRASH (Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums).

 

The unit had one goal: stop crime at whatever the cost. The units completed that goal and took it to the next level. In the late 1990s, CRASH came under fire when one division, Rampart, was investigated for officer misconduct.

 

Investigators found that while the officers were making arrests and taking criminals off the streets, the officers were sometimes committing heinous crimes on their own.

Just like the name James Dean evoked what it meant to be cool, the name Marilyn Monroe provides viewers with the image of unrestricted sensuality.


Whether Norma Jeane Baker wanted it or not, she became the most prominent sex symbol of her generation. Sorry Scarlett Johansson, but Marilyn had it all.


The movie is based on the memoirs of Colin Clark, a British filmmaker. Before he became the famous documentarian, he was simply a 23-year-old Oxford grad who had to con his way into a job with Laurence Olivier’s production company.

For those that do not want or do not have the money to spend an evening at the movie theater, I recommend renting or buying “Glengarry Glen Ross.”

 

This film contains excellent dialogue that is equal to the excellence of the ensemble cast.

 

The film takes place over the course of 48 hours in a tight, downright claustrophobic, real estate office in Chicago.

 

It is this closeness that truly makes the film. A pressure cooker is an apt description of the office.

 

Before I begin this review, I must tell you what this movie is not.

 

This is not a shoot’em up action flick as the trailer may lead you to believe, but rather an art-house film in disguise.

 

It is similar to last year’s “The American,” when some moviegoers felt they were victims of false advertising.

 

If you want to see that shoot’em up film, spend your $8.50 on “Killer Elite,” as I am sure you will not be disappointed by the body count.