A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
Let’s not and say we did. An unsuccessful video game designer and his loser best friend get their hands on police uniforms and masquerade as cops. A dozen or so aerial shots of L.A. interspersed between amateurish, sluggishly-paced, and uncommonly unfunny skits. Where these two stone-broke schmucks raised the dough needed to purchase a squad car and arsenal of surveillance equipment is anybody’s guess. The fact that I was paying attention to something as trivial as this proves that co-writer and director Luke Greenfield was absent the day his college film professor covered cinema sleight-of-hand. The screenwriters obviously had Damon Wayans, David Krumholtz, and Shakira in mind, but budgetary restrictions forced them to go with Damon Wayans, Jr., Jake Johnson, and Nina Dobrev. SPOILER ALERT: the fake cops outwit the bona fide boys in blue by cracking a major crime ring. Next… 2014.