Here it is:
Brooklyn's Finest is a nihilistic, clichéd, overwrought, overacted, forced exercise in gratuitousness whose portrayal of three washed-up cops on the brink of moral anarchy falls victim to its own bleak reality as the director's overzealous ambition to emphasize the outlandishly visceral and gritty backfires, resulting in a criminally frustrating, uneven, meandering mash-up that fails to advance or do the genre any justice.
And Wesley Snipes didn't even get to do kung fu.
Never live in Brooklyn, no!
What was the point?
Some stupid moron
brought his toddler to this flick.
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