
That none of what devolves feels particularly outlandish is a pretty effective indictment of our prevailing reality and while Nightcrawler is a critique, Gilroy is canny enough to impose hypnotic choreography on all that yucky verité, keeping everything tightly kinetic and smoothly lineal in the process of crafting reportage into fable. The nocturnal vehicular footage rewards both the action gourmand and the technical/aesthetic connoisseur and we appreciated the contrast drawn between the drab banality of violence and its conflation into monetised spectacle. In fact, we appreciated most of what Nightcrawler was shovelling.



