E.V.M. Renjith

Night Patrol (2025) drops you right into the thick of things—none of that slow build-up nonsense. E.V.M. Renjith’s latest flick grabs the city’s neon-lit chaos by the collar and doesn’t let go. The story orbits around a battered police unit barely holding it together as they prowl through crime-riddled streets, all while haunted by their own messes. It’s not your typical white-knight cop saga. These are flawed, messy people. Some of them are running from their pasts, others are just trying to survive their shifts without losing their minds—or their sense of right and wrong. There’s a murder that kicks everything off, naturally, but the real juice is in how every single character deals with the fallout. Alliances shift. Corruption oozes in at every level. The rain never seems to stop, and neither does the dread. You get glimpses into the lives of both the cops and the folks on the other side of the law, and honestly, sometimes you’re not even sure who’s more sympathetic. The cinematography? Gritty as hell. Streets slick with rain, faces half-lit by street lamps, the whole nine yards. Renjith leans hard on atmosphere—moody music, long silences, close-ups that feel a little too close for comfort. The tension just builds and builds. By the end, you’re not sure who’s worse off: the city or the people trying to save it. If you’re looking for something that feels real, raw, and just a little bit hopeless, Night Patrol doesn’t mess around.