Edward Norton serves as that detective who accidentally killed someone or something and is pushing his pension as a desk jockey. This isn't elaborated a bit as to why he's so "tortured" but most of this film is just go-with-it material. He originally was planned as star power but I guess several of his fuses are blown. It's ironic that Norton can play the most bewildered archetypes on the screen but cannot play a cop - the easiest role to portray.
Colin Farrel's performance is the best in the film and is only tampered with by his "family man" side which nulls out most of the previous depravity him and his precinct have spent building up. Sporting a blazing accent with the city gestures and true to life cop look, he is easily the most believable character. A scene to look out for - Colin Farrel threatening to torture a minority's baby with a scalding hot iron. True cinematic menace rarely seen in a Hollywood film, and this is yet another reason why this film excels in some departments.
Scribe Joe Carnahan writes the dull script for Pride and Glory. You may know this man from the explosive Narc and Smokin' Aces. It's a damn shame that he didn't put forth more effort into the film which could have been the Training Day of 2008. The film cleverly separates the extreme brutality towards minorities with inane "family" dialogue that challenges any attention span. This is definitely a chore to sit through a runtime of two hours and thirteen minutes.
Pride and Glory wishes to set itself up as the next crime drama to depict extreme violence with a staggering dramatic edge, forcing tears to be shed and relationships to be challenged. While the film debuts a horrifying and gripping end, it's not enough to save most of us from the incredibly challenging scenes. The end justifies the means as minorities "get back" at the horrible racists by way of baseball bats which is the epilogue of a race riot. Names are rarely introduced which leads to massive confusion and names such as Eddie, Sandy, Kimmy, Ray, and Pa are tossed around like a football, which brings round to the false patriotic contexts the title provokes within your imagination. Pride and Glory would love to entertain you, but first you must suffer through never-ending "developmental" scenes.