Anticlimactic. The pseudo-record presentation of the riot at the beginning is the climax of the whole story, which is wonderful and intense, and the main characters are introduced into the background. The design is also particularly novel. Bigelow, who is good at building tension, seems to be on the right track. The ending is too hasty and warm, and the second half of the film feels seriously disjointed in terms of strength and depth under the expectation of the grand pattern at the beginning.

Isn't it shocking that the hero chooses to stay in the church choir for the rest of his life in the ending credits + real person photo? It must have been a terrible ordeal to cut yourself off, lock yourself away from white people for life. After watching the movie and communicating with the Male actor who is also Chinese, what they talked about most was when Asian people could bring up the oppression they had suffered for so many years. Just because we're not dealing with bullets and blood and brawls.

At such a sensitive time, "Detroit" couldn't have arrived more timely. Fifty years later, looking back at police brutality and race in the United States, much has not changed. Unlike Stone, Bigelow has no political agenda of her own, and her journalistic presentation of facts and facts is the same as in the first two films. Disappointingly, the intense atmosphere and close-ups overshadow the reading of the riots themselves, with characterization and depth as weaknesses.

I knew it was based on real events, but the last 30 minutes were too much. It turns an otherwise heart-pounding event movie into a rambling history lesson. Bigelow is arguably the best female director of her time, and in the first 110 minutes, she manages a complex plot of characters with a level of psychological intensity that is more than manly. No one, only two colors of Detroit!