It's been seven years since his last film, but Mel Gibson is still playing martyr.
One might fairly call Gibson "The Crusader," and not just because of his widely known religious views or because he directed The Passion of the Christ.
For much of his career, Gibson has played both reluctant and enthusiastic heroes righteously battling corruption (Lethal Weapon), oppression (The Patriot, Braveheart), injustice (Payback, Ransom) and disinformation (Conspiracy Theory).
In Edge of Darkness, he's up against a little of each. But will moviegoers forgive Gibson (of drunk driving and anti-Semitic remarks) to watch him being sacrificed for the sins of others?
Another A-list star wanting to rehabilitate himself, Tom Cruise, tried to re-establish his star-status by donning an eye-patch and a Nazi uniform. Gibson takes just as fearsome a risk, a Boston accent.
He is Thomas Craven, a humble Boston police detective and single father to a 24-year-old daughter, Emma (Bojana Novakovic). When Emma comes home for a visit, she is mysteriously shot and killed.
Grief-stricken, he coldly sets out to find the killer, a journey that leads him into a complex web of corporate and political cover-up.
Emma had been working as a researcher at Northmoor, a private energy company run with government assistance, which may be secretly involved with nuclear weapons. Most everything, Craven finds, is "classified."
As he delves deeper, Craven meets the villains hidden behind an elaborate PR-created artifice, such as Northmoor CEO Jack Bennett (a believable, slick Danny Huston). The hidden corruption may reach as far as Republican Sen. Jim Pine (Damian Young).
The dependably excellent Ray Winstone plays Darius Jedburgh, who is a little like George Clooney's "fixer" in Michael Clayton. He is more of an obscurer, though; his job is to make sure people never connect dot A to dot B. He ensures that the truth remains too shrouded in lies for police, reporters and the public to decipher.
In a complex modern world with seemingly less accountability all the time, Winstone's weary, philosophical Jedburgh strikes a chord.
Edge of Darkness is directed by Martin Campbell (Casino Royale, Mask of Zorro) who, it should noted, is remaking the film from an award-winning six-hour BBC miniseries he directed 25 years ago.
Campbell is working from a screenplay adapted from that series by two seasoned writers: William Monohan (The Departed, another remake transplanted to Boston) and Andrew Bovell (who brought similar, moody twist-turning to 2001's underrated Lantana).
Now 54, Gibson is grayer and grimmer. The part of Craven leaves little room for humor, but the wildness and fire that once exploded unpredictably from Gibson is much dimmed after several hard years for the actor.
That may be more troublesome for future, brighter films, but Gibson fits well in Edge of Darkness. Hell-bent in a beige raincoat, he attacks with little self-regard. The rules are rigged, so he breaks them.
There is undeniable catharsis, albeit an ugly, somewhat unsettling catharsis, in Edge of Darkness. And there is value to films, such B-movies as Mark Wahlberg's Shooter or more manicured films such as Clint Eastwood's Changeling, that inspire resistance in the face of well-heeled subterfuge.
Some might reasonably swear off films with Gibson, but there aren't a lot of actors making movies who try to bring urgent, contemporary rage to popcorn movies.
Perhaps, though, crusades needn't always be a bloodbath.
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