I’m torn about William Friedkin’s “Cruising.”
On the one hand, I found the premise of Al Pacino going undercover to catch a killer who targets gay men to be entertaining, even exciting at times. On the other, for a character who is supposed to be so deep undercover to the point where the job eventually takes its toll on his overall well-being, our protagonist never participates in any of the so-called lurid sexual acts that surround him. The background does…