This impressive movie represents Parker's A-one oeuvre and remains pertinent, although the events it borrows from occurred in 1964.
Two FBI investigators, the resplendent, near-the-book Yankee Ward (Dafoe) and the older, calmer Southern boy Anderson (Hackman), visit a small Mississippi hamlet after the disappearance of three laical rights workers (two of whm were pasty). Their clank ended working methods provides the subplot as they reveal the extent of the racism and brutality simmering in the town - especially from the old lady-beating, flagitious-baiting law enforcers (headed up through Dourif).
No just out haziness has generated such convincing Southern atmosphere. It's a fly-on-the-wall proclamation wrapped inside a handsomely mounte...
