Eventually, it’s time to return the favor to the mayor. Hostetler is embroiled in the race of his life against city councilman Jack Valliant (Barry Pepper) and to make matters worse, there’s a lot of trouble at home. As it turns out, Mayor Nicky’s lovely wife Cathleen (Catherine Zeta-Jones) is out cheating on him, and it’s up to Billy to find out who she’s stepping out with. Taking this case draws Billy into a web of intrigue and corruption that he may never escape from. Broken City is a film that’s loaded with big-name actors, with multiple Oscars and Golden Globes and whatnot between them, and truly, they bring serious energy to the material. Russell Crowe swaggers broadly from scene to scene, as if possessed by the sort of corrupt Tammany Hall politician New York doesn’t make anymore. Ditto Catherine Zeta-Jones, doing her best film noir vamping vixen in her limited role. All the while Mark Wahlberg dances between those two characters, performing a decent imitation of Jack Nicholson in Chinatown. They’re broad, but it’s amusing, and Russell Crowe makes good use of his physical abilities (particularly a great evil grin and an impressive twitch of the eyelid) in what might be the most fun performance of the movie. It’s a really interesting mish-mash of elements, with these mannered performances (especially Zeta-Jones) counterbalanced by an incredibly pedestrian script from Brian Tucker. It’s all stuff we’ve seen a thousand times, from corrupt politicians, back-room deals, alcoholic cops, philandering wives, and all the requisite twists and turns to weave these elements into a below-average potboiler or an above-average crime-centric soap opera (the pedestrian direction by Allen Hughes of Hughes Brothers fame doens’t help that). There are some dialogue exchanges with some crackle, but it’s all laid out in a really obvious manner in the first act, and then all tied up far too neatly by the third act. It’s easy to connect the dots, despite trying really hard to obfuscate the trail. While the film might be kind of a mess, it’s an amusing one. The more I think about Broken City, the more I actually kind of enjoy it. It’s not great, but there’s a certain appealing B-movie nastiness that it evokes akin to the spirit of an old RKO flick. And it’s all heightened considerably by the talent in front of the camera. US Correspondent Ron Hogan would like to see someone make a new modern film noir, like an LA Confidential 2, only definitely not that. Find more by Ron daily at Shaktronics and PopFi. Follow our Twitter feed for faster news and bad jokes right here. And be our Facebook chum here.