Seemingly criminal investigative buffoonery is exactingly exposed yet authoritatively dismissed in Atom Egoyan's Devil's Knot, the lives of three teens dependent on said revelations, the law more concerned with either fabricating or submitting to superstition.
The evidence which Egoyan vets cannot lucidly resolve resulting legal tensions.
Dedicated altruistic private investigator Ron Lax (Colin Firth) resolutely prowls to defend, analyzing the facts exhaustively and judiciously, earning trust where none has ever been granted, proceeding directly, from a sense of justice.
But his team is held back by insurmountable time constraints and predetermined sentences, foregone conclusions belittlingly arresting, narcoleptic networks, propagandized anew.
The film harrowingly spawns a persisted enveloping remittance, a sublime sense of optimism institutionally dismayed, helplessness, the beautiful, the dissolute, the scapegoating of difference, a purloined procedural penitentiary.
Nothing can be proven.
Fights against overwhelming odds.
The knot represents the ways in which authorities sometimes outlaw/vilify/demonize a bohemian perspective then rely on their sanctified laurels while using the strategies of that perspective to illegitimately act.
It happens in the film anyways.
And in Foucault.
Oddly, I've been wondering recently if there's ever been a documentary film made about duty counsels and/or legal aids.
Appropriately timed thought even if Lax isn't a lawyer.
I've noticed a negative stereotype associated with the work legal aids perform which a solid documentary film and accompanying book could help destabilize.
Something like Duty Counselled.
Or something else.
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