Occasionally, a movie is more interesting for where it doesn’t go than for where it does. Oren Moverman’s Rampart , starring Woody Harrelson as a disgraced (and obviously dirty) LAPD cop, is one of those pictures. It’s more of a character study than a conventionally shaped drama — I was taken aback when the end credits started rolling, momentarily left with that “Is that all there is?” feeling. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed that the movie ended in just the right place, taking us as far as we can go with this loose-cannon cop before he’s left to face his own isolation. Once we, the audience, part ways with him, he’s truly on his own.
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