The Infiltrator tells the story about a U.S. Customs official uncovers a money laundering scheme involving Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar.
And here we have the first in a string of films aiming for Oscar’s but not really getting there. The Infiltrator is not a great film by all means but at least it pander’s to it’s audience and fulfils the requirements of it’s genre. It’s entertaining, sure, if not a little long. It’s like as if Hollywood unnecessarily drawing out films that don’t need to be as long as they do. Probably why films in the European market, for example, that are usually are a lot shorter pack more of a punch and are more memorable.
Despite not being the first film, or television show, to cover the infamous drug lord Pablo Escobar, it begs the question of how well it talks about the topic. It’s definitely the less dramatic sibling and this can probably be stemmed from the apparently less interesting novel it was based upon. One of the main issues of this film, and something else that frustratingly plague’s Hollywood, is the whitewashing of the film and the white guy coming to save the day. This doesn’t mean that Cranston isn’t a great actor, because he definitely is, and it’s definitely worth watching the film just for him but otherwise the film itself falls short.
This isn’t the only thing that feels off – everything about the film feels fake and a little too forced. Benjamin Bratt’s take on Escobar hardly seems accurate and there’s absolutely no doubt that Bryan Cranston’s goodie two shoes will come out on top and do the right thing come the close of the film, adding a predictability to the film Although this is based on a true life story and the audience may already know the outcome, that doesn’t mean that the film could have been portrayed in an interesting and unique way.
If you’re wanting to watch something about the infamous drug lord, watch Netflix’s Narcos.