Michael Grandage made his directorial debut in 2016 with ‘The Book Publisher’a film with which not by chance ‘My Policeman’ shares that impeccable academic coldness that we associate so much with a British cinema that, like the present one, through Grandage, tries to be so respectful that in the end it lacks volume and insight. Elegant but without mordant, polite but without passion. A very corseted movie model who is not able to exploit all the potential that is assumed on paper and by name. It is not capable, or given its unquestionable virtue as an exemplary cinematographic work, it prefers not to even try. Swim, and store clothes. Without that sharpness (or courage) to (try) to transcend from saying to doing. To give life (as well as movement) to a story.
‘My Policeman’ It’s not a bad melodrama, not at all. He lets himself be seen with pleasure and an expectation… constant. But it lacks an element of decisive or differential truth beyond the presence of a dull Harry Styles, always in the shadow of the knowledge of his co-stars. Of that type of film, not always British, in which it seems that he has dressed a tailor from head to toe. With that elegant and constant, too constant correction facing the gallery where everything is so in place that it goes unnoticed in a long shot. So neat and accommodating, that the cover alone is enough for us to get an idea that would not need almost 120 additional minutes of our time, even if it does not hurt. He is not “our” police, just “another” police.
By Juan Pairet Iglesias
@Wanchopex
