Large, in charge and nobody’s little Margie: Dwayne Johnson takes on the drug kingpins in “Snitch.” Place your bets!<\/p>\n
Whatever. This one actually works. “Snitch” is shrewd in its balancing of our sympathies. Set in Missouri but shot in Shreveport, La., the movie (co-written by Waugh, with Justin Haythe) gets right to it, with the Drug Enforcement Administration sting operation and arrest of 18-year-old Jason (Rafi Gavron), whose drug-dealer friend strong-arms him into accepting a shipment of a big box of Ecstasy. The feds are ready and waiting, and Jason lands in the clink. (The script implies that Jason’s misjudgment is the result of acting-out over his parents’ divorce.)<\/p>\n
But dad is ready for high-risk solutions. Johnson, formerly The Rock but now fully on his way to being known as Formerly The Rock, plays John Matthews, a construction manager who convinces a conniving U.S. attorney running for Congress (Susan Sarandon) to allow him to infiltrate a drug cartel run by Mr. Big (Benjamin Bratt) in exchange for his son’s freedom.<\/p>\n
The drug lord’s middlemen include Malik, played with stony disdain by Michael Kenneth Williams. Barry Pepper, always welcome, tips around the edges of the very full narrative as John’s police contact, a man with a beard like Rip Van Winkle’s and with second thoughts about sending a private citizen into harm’s way.<\/p>\n
That’d be enough for most films, but “Snitch” benefits from an additional key supporting character, an ex-con working for John, played by Jon Bernthal (of “The Walking Dead”). Bernthal’s terrific in the part of a family man dragged back into the life he thought he’d left behind. The movie becomes patently silly in its final lap and a climactic action scene featuring Johnson driving a jack-knifing semitrailer while shotgunning drug lords. I don’t recall that part being in “Frontline.” Even so, director Waugh (who came up as a stuntman) delivers higher-grade obviousness than many movies offer.<\/p>\n
Mainly, “Snitch” has a way of keeping you guessing about the next turn in its story, and a way of keeping Johnson’s character compellingly at the mercy of others. There’s a fair amount of violence, but most of it is handled crisply and without “attaboy!” relish. The junkyards, crack houses and mean nocturnal streets lend the story a vaguely fatalistic air recalling B-movie noirs of the late 1940s and ’50s. It’s an entertaining picture \u2014 pulp, coming from a place of righteous indignation.