And I do mean veteran. As in, like, the oldest street detectives in the history of New York's Finest. DeNiro is 65, Pacino is 68, and they look it. Not just physically: spiritually, too. They're exhausted. I'm not suggesting that they might not have great performances in them still -- I'm suggesting that those great performances are not going to come in flicks in which they're trying to pretend that they're Bruce Willis. Man, even Bruce Willis is gettin' too old for this shit.
It's sad, honestly, but these two excellent actors come across as rather ridiculous here. DeNiro seems embarrassed more than anything else to find his character, "Turk," embroiled in a supposedly steamy, kinky affair with a coworker almost 30 years his junior (Carla Gugino) who gets off on violence. But at least DeNiro has the grace to look abashed, which is more than can be said about Pacino, who cannot hope to pull off -- with his character, "Rooster" -- the kind of hip snark that the script is directing him to dish out.
Maybe the whole "thriller" aspect of the film would have worked if the two leads had been 70 instead of 140 -- if instead, say, they had been Donnie Wahlberg and John Leguizamo. And wouldn't you know it? Wahlberg and Leguizamo appear here as fellow cops who aren't given enough to do and yet still, somehow, manage to be more intriguing than Turk and Rooster. See, they're all investigating a series of murders of lowlifes and dregs that no one is gonna miss -- rapists who get off on technicalities, that kind of human wastoid -- and it looks like the serial killer is probably one of their brother cops. Actually, it looks like the killer is one of these two old guys. (No, that isn't a spoiler, because right as the movie opens, we start seeing snippets of his videotaped confession interspersed with the all the snarling and scenery-chewing and cop action.)
But we know these kinds of movies. We know that the movie cannot possibly be giving us the identity of the killer right as the story opens. Right? (On the other hand, screenwriter Russell Gewirtz's last movie was Inside Man, which also thought it was too clever by half and ended up, like this one, less than half as clever as it wanted to be.) Even so, it's all too obvious from the get-go who the killer is -- even though I have been wrong about some motives, I'd sussed out all the important bits of Righteous Kill early on, and getting to the ending from there was certainly not half the fun, or any of the fun. Director Jon Avnet's movie is so "constructed" a story that you can see the pieces coming together like clockwork.
And you know how much fun it is to sit and watch a clock ticking, don't you? It's about as much fun as watching actors who are past their sell-by date. (Rated R)