In New York City, four cops are dead, killed in an ambush that has the entire police department on edge. With a cop killer on the loose and so much riding on the case, Chief of Manhattan Detectives Francis Tierney (Jon Voight) asks his reticent son, Detective Ray Tierney (Ed Norton), to lead the investigation. Ray takes over the case knowing the cops who were lost had served under his brother, Francis Jr. (Noah Emmerich), and alongside his hotheaded brother-in-law, Jimmy Egan (Colin Farrell). On the surface, it looks like a routine drug bust gone tragically wrong. But as Ray delves deeper into the case, he realizes someone on the inside had to have tipped off the drug dealers that the cops were coming. When the evidence starts to point in an unthinkable direction, the case forces the family to choose between their loyalties to one another and their loyalties to the department.



Directed by Gavin O'Connor (Tumbleweeds) from a script co-written with Joe Carnahan, Pride and Glory fairly capably does what it does, and to that end will be embraced by those who are predisposed to love similarly minded good cop-bad family tales like We Own the Night, no matter the muggy, musty odor of familiarity that hangs over these proceedings. Others will, to degrees, yawn. Tightly shot in heated, hand-held close-up, the movie plays as an accented slow shuffle toward inevitability, with an ending of comeuppance that would work a lot better without the bifurcated, correlative strand aimed to neatly wrap up all loose ends. Invested as always, Norton and Farrell mine a few nuggets from the material, which includes the end-credit crawl tag that “any real people or events are included solely for realism.” Well, OK then. I hadn't necessarily noticed. But thanks for the heads up. Streets! (Warner Bros., R, 125 minutes)