Time Out says
Noir in narrative if not aesthetic, Allen Hughes’s thriller trots out several familiar genre components: Wahlberg’s character is essentially a blue-collar Sam Spade, complete with spunky Girl Friday (Alona Tal), while the plot contains echoes of Chinatown. (There’s also an alcohol-fueled, dark-night-of-the-soul sequence that’s one saxophone solo away from unintentional parody.) Broken City never asks its gumshoe to repent for the blood on his own hands, and the anticorruption – but pro-vigilantism – ethics here are especially murky. While the film treats a secret gay romance with sensitivity, it also includes a scene in which Wahlberg righteously rails against the “metrosexual” friends of his girlfriend. What, are Village hipster artists not included in the 99 percent?