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In the middle of “The Devil’s Own” (1997), Brad Pitt mentions that a story he just told doesn’t have a happy ending because it’s not an American story, it’s an Irish one. I’ll let you find out for yourself which kind of story this film is, but the ending disappointed me. An IRA commander (Pitt) goes undercover in the U.S., living with a cop (Harrison Ford) and his idyllic, Irish-American family while trying to conclude an arms deal. There’s plenty of great performances amidst the irony (wife Margaret Colin particularly shines), but the plot doesn’t go out with a bang.

It’s tough when you’re watching a simple-yet-elegant opening credits sequence and you know that’ll be the best part of the movie. But that’s where we are until we finish digesting the massive backlog of Bruce Willis dirty cop flicks. In “Gasoline Alley” (2022), he’s joined by Devon Sawa, who’s possibly being framed for a homicide, and Luke Wilson, punching above this film’s weight as a glib detective who knows who isn’t the murderer but doesn’t know who is. Willis is Wilson’s partner. Sawa turns amateur sleuth in this sloppily constructed police procedural. Kudos to second unit director Robert Laenen, though.

The devil is hiding everywhere. It seems police procedurals are, too. Ostensibly an exorcism/horror flick, “The Seventh Day” (2021) sets up more like a detective story. The wizened veteran with a cross to bear (so to speak), is paired with a talented rookie who doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. Find-the-bad-guy (and we’re talking about the baddest bad guy of all) hijinks ensue. Was the suspect framed? Is there a dirty cop involved? Substitute priests for police and you’ve got this middling Guy Pearce effort pretty much figured out. It has the audacity to foreshadow a franchise in the epilogue.