44
46
43
12
5
pointless in the grand scheme of it all really
I’m in love with Denzel
It’s fun to see Washington square off against a brace of performers who could not resemble him less in bearing and tone.
Although helmed by Washington’s visceral performance nostalgia-addled slow-burn, The Little Things eventually falters due to its own clichéd tropes.
Maybe the movie would work better if, like Se7en, it were set in an unnamed noir city instead of a real police department with real abuses, or if the script relied on more than genre shorthand to sell its noxious ending. As things stand, however, the only way to enjoy The Little Things is to ignore the big things.