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                     Keitel plays a bad cop, a really bad cop, a lost 
                    soul. What vices are there? He has them. He ignores his 
                    family, sexually exploits hookers, takes dope from dealers 
                    instead of arresting them, shakes down criminals and lets 
                    them go, plays peeping tom with a nun, sexually exploits 
                    young girls that he stops for traffic violations, gambles, 
                    cheats the gamblers, uses crack, mainlines heroin, drinks 
                    constantly, is a racist, and calls Christ a "ratfuck" 
                    in Church.  
                    Does that about cover it? 
                    He simply can't grasp that a nun, raped violently on the 
                    church altar, won't identify her assailants, although she 
                    definitely knows them. She understands their pain. She has 
                    forgiven them.  
                    Can this corrupted man find a piece of his soul in the 
                    heart of the nun?  
                    TOTAL SPOILERS:  
                    I don't know, but in an ambiguous ending, Keitel figures 
                    out who did it, and instead of roughing them up or turning 
                    them in, he puts them safely on a bus out of town and tells 
                    them they're dead if they return. Then he sits in his car 
                    waiting for the gamblers to kill him for his outrageous 
                    debts. 
                    END SPOILERS:  
                    Does it sound like your kind of ugly, gritty, cinema 
                    verité movie? If so, it is a good one. Roger Ebert awarded 
                    four stars and praised Harvey Keitel's performance, as well 
                    as the film's gritty realism and moral complexity. 
                    Personally, I hate it.  
                    
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                      The Lieutenant doesn't stay in character when he's dealing 
                      with the nun. If I were a cop who cuts corners, I would have found a 
                      way to make the friggin' nun understand that the fact of 
                      her having forgiven the rapists is not relevant to whether she should turn 
                      them in. I would have taken her to the morgue and shown 
                      her a dead 12 year old girl and told her that the girl 
                      seems to have been brutally raped and killed by the same 
                      guys, and that the nun could have prevented it by turning 
                      the guys right in. And then I'd tell her that left behind a note saying 
                      they plan to rape and torture a virgin every day. And then 
                      I would have said, "do you know who raped and killed that 
                      girl? Not those deranged monsters who have no control over 
                      their impulses, sister, but you. You did this to her by 
                      leaving them on the streets. You may forgive them, sister, 
                      but this little girl's parents aren't ready to forgive 
                      you."  And then, for 
                      emphasis, I would stress that the upcoming crimes are 
                      expected to happen in the neighborhood where the nun's nieces and little 
                      sisters live, on the streets where they play with their puppies. 
                      It would have all been lies on my part, but completely in 
                      character for the Keitel cop, and those lies would have made the 
                      nun sing like Sister Sourire.
 
                     
                    
                      - Talk about slow pacing. This movie is only 96 minutes 
                      long, and could be cut by another 20 minutes without 
                      losing anything. Literally. There must be ten full minutes of 
                      explicitly detailed drug use, and another ten of Keitel nodding off 
                      on camera. If you don't know how to use the latest drugs 
                      (well, in 1992, anyway), here's where you can get some 
                      tips. These scenes drag on and on and on pointlessly. I 
                      drifted off to sleep a couple times watching this, but if 
                      nodding off is your favorite spectator sport, this movie 
                      is your Superbowl. 
 
                     
                    
                      - Yes, Keitel's performance is as good as everyone has 
                      said, but so what? Are you going to watch a movie to see a 
                      demonstration of acting technique? 
 
                     
                    
                      - Yes, the action has the gritty feel of complete 
                      realism, like one of those real-life cop shows. So give 
                      director Abel Herrera an A for technique, but watch 
                      something else. 
 
                     
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