"The
Infiltrator" is a gripping, intelligent, fast-paced cops-and-robbers movie
with a dream cast and high production values. I was on the edge of my seat for
almost the entire film. The top-notch performances by all involved, but
especially Bryan Cranston, really sucked me in. That "The
Infiltrator" tells a true story of a brave, resourceful, and heroic public
servant, Robert Mazur, makes it inspirational as well as entertaining.
It's
the early 1980s and Colombians and others are exporting millions of dollars' worth
of cocaine into the US. US Customs special agent Robert Mazur takes on the
persona of Bob Musella, a Mafia-connected money-launderer. He offers his services
to the Pablo Escobar cocaine drug lord. The Escobar gang takes him in and he
and other Operation C-Chase agents take down the Bank of Credit and Commerce
International, the seventh largest bank in the world.
Mazur
is masked and driven through Colombian jungle where he is forced to participate
in a grotesque voodoo ritual. He and his fake fiancée, Kathy Ertz, (Diane
Kruger) are invited into the private homes of extremely wealthy and
discriminating criminals, and he and Kathy form genuine personal relationships
with them. Mazur's partner, Emir Abreu (John Leguizamo), gets a man killed and
has a brief breakdown afterward.
Indeed
this is a very violent movie. At one point Mazur is conversing with a fellow
undercover agent and without any warning the agent is shot to death with blood
spattering everywhere.
"The
Infiltrator" doesn't offer any innovations on cops-and-robbers. Many other
films have treated South American drug kingpins, Mafiosi, and undercover
agents.
Too,
the movie never asks the question that must be ramming through the viewer's
brain. "Why the heck are we doing this? Why are we spending so much money
trying to prevent drug addicts from doing what they are going to do, anyway? Why
are we allowing criminal gangs, who are as violent and sadistic and without
conscience as any terrorist group, to have so much sway? Why don't we legalize
and regulate and tax drugs and let Darwinian laws take their course with the
addict population? Why don't we let Uncle Sam reap the profit of human weakness,
rather than criminals?"
"The
Infiltrator," unlike the 2000 film "Traffic," never asks that
question.
PS: I
am a proud Polish-American and so is Robert Mazur, whose father's family is
Polish, and whose mother's family is Italian.
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