Review: Chadwick Boseman and thin characters cannot keep ‘21 Bridges’ from collapsing

Chadwick Boseman
Chadwick Boseman in the movie “21 Bridges.”
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Three words bring “21 Bridges” into focus. And no, they’re not “twenty,” “one” or “bridges.” It’s when detective Andre Davis (Chadwick Boseman) utters, “Close the island.” Manhattan, that is. Suddenly this odd and messy cops-and- robbers tale snaps into place: It’s “Escape from New York” by way of “Three Days of the Condor,” with a Blue Lives Matter political bent. That’s not to say it’s in any way as good as either of those movies, but it shows us the beast we’re dealing with: a high-concept thriller with a ticking clock and a killer premise, though it doesn’t totally deliver on that promise.

With a script by Adam Mervis and Matthew Michael Carnahan, directed by Brian Kirk, this swift and snappy mystery features Boseman as the maverick detective at the head of an investigation into a robbery that left eight cops dead. The son of a slain officer, Andre’s got a reputation for being trigger-happy, having shot eight perps in almost as many years. But he swears he never shoots without just cause. Still, his rep precedes him and boiling with revenge, the 85th precinct is happy to see him when he walks into the crime scene at a restaurant where 50 kilos of uncut cocaine have been stolen and half a dozen police officers are murdered.

“21 Bridges” isn’t a whodunit, as it shows us the entire crime as it plays out, with Michael (Stephan James) and Ray (Taylor Kitsch) storming the restaurant. They escape in a bloodbath and the film evolves into a chase movie, a game of cat and mouse, as the NYPD shut off all access into and out of Manhattan, trapping their criminals on the island until morning. But the mystery at the center is why the crime unfolded the way it did and what mysteries the manhunt reveals, not just about the hunted but the hunters.

The story relies on broad character strokes. Sienna Miller makes a whole meal out of a messy bun and a wild outer borough accent, while Boseman exudes a sort of droll, oddball, almost Charles Bronson-like energy. It feels like either too much was cut from his backstory, or Boseman was phoning it in.

The person who sparks on screen is James, the star of last year’s “If Beale Street Could Talk,” making his case for his own action franchise. The kid can move. In a particularly great action sequence where all the bystanders and bumbling cops have been stripped away, Andre chases Michael through an empty restaurant kitchen, a jumble of screeching cars and down into the subway. James is a wonder to watch, physically, making his case for a “Bourne” revival in just a few moments.

The sequence illustrates the potential of what the film could have been: one man on the run in a city that’s on lockdown until dawn, where everyone knows his face. (If the filmmakers wanted to make you think of any ’70s paranoid political thrillers, there’s a reference to “The Parallax View,” wink wink nudge nudge.) But with scanty characterization and a twist you can see coming from miles away, “21 Bridges” just doesn’t make it all the way to the other side.

Katie Walsh is Tribune News Service film critic.


‘21 Bridges'

Rated: R, for violence and language throughout

Running time: 1 hour, 39 minutes

Playing: In general release