'By Any Means' Review: Mark Wahlberg Teaches the Virtues of Violence in Elegance Bratton's Bluntly Drawn Historical Thriller

Setting the Stage for Violence

In Peter Farrelly's “Green Book,” Viggo Mortensen's driver famously introduces Mahersahala Ali's concert pianist to fried chicken. The white man, an expert, proves his cultural bona fides to the Black protagonist, the student. The pair of outsiders share a moment of bonding, and America's wounds are salved.

That movie felt dated in 2018. Eight years later, “By Any Means,” the second feature directed by Elegance Bratton, plays like a downright relic. Equally egregious in its vision of racial healing and even less watchable on a scene-to-scene basis, this new film similarly involves a white man edifying his starchier Black associate, although here, the lesson is not in the culinary arts, but in the art of ruthless violence.

A Brutal Opening

Set in 1960s Mississippi, the film opens with an archival montage establishing the disappearance of three civil rights workers during Freedom Summer. Two of the men were Jewish, one was Black, and all three were working to register local Black voters. The historical media clips conclude with the search still underway and authorities vowing to find the men and bring those responsible to justice.

Cut to Mark Wahlberg, muscles bulging and hair absurdly parted, in a dingy basement, beating a man to the brink of death. “Where are the bodies?” he demands, swinging a baseball bat into his bloody victim's already pulverized knees.

So begins a streak of brutal and relentless violence taken brutally and relentlessly seriously. Based on a true story, the film tracks Wahlberg's character, the mob enforcer Greg Scarpa, as he teams up with FBI Agent Wayne Strider, played by Yahya Abdul-Mateen II. The pair are tasked with investigating the murder of local NAACP chapter president Vernon Dahmer (Giancarlo Esposito) by members of the Ku Klux Klan — though they have starkly different ideas about how to get the job done.

Violence as a Character Trait

Here's where the title comes in. Wayne, who confronts the cruel effects of white supremacy daily on the job, believes in working within the system. He became an agent to uphold the law, and prefers to play things by the book. Greg has no such allegiance. Quietly enlisted by Wayne's superiors, the mob muscle operates by a simpler principle: Information should be obtained by any means necessary, including, and especially, clobbering it out of potential sources.

That phrase — “by any means necessary” — was, of course, popularized and embodied by the Black activist Malcolm X, and its implicit transfer here to Greg is just one instance of the film's crude rewriting of history. It opens by claiming that its events are based on a true story, but that isn't exactly the case: While Greg Scarpa was a real mobster likely deployed by the FBI on the sly, there is no evidence that he worked with a Black handler, and Wayne Strider is an invented character.

The Misguided Partnership

Regardless: this is a movie, and its particular brand of movie magic lies in repurposing familiar tropes into a gripping action thriller. As the men go about their investigation, driving around the city and interrogating locals, those tropes come to include white saviordom, but also the more pedestrian mismatched buddy duo, in which comedy and drama derive from the men's clashing sensibilities beyond their approach to violence.

Wayne, who trained in Chicago before moving home to Mississippi, is a buttoned-up instrument of the federal government, and though he has a rough edge — at one point, he punches a filing cabinet in frustration — he is nearly prim in his fidelity to the letter of the law. He's also devoted to his wife (Nicole Beharie, doing a lot with a little), who spends much of her screen time quietly affirming him, rubbing his neck or exchanging a heartfelt look.

Greg, from Brooklyn, offers some comedy by contrast. To him, violence isn't only an inevitability, but a virtue. Chewing toothpicks in a white tank top, he has a tendency to brutalize anyone who annoys him, be it a gun dealer or a highway patrol officer. And despite having a wife and kids at home — we meet them eating penne — Greg is not the family type. When Wayne drives to retrieve him from a motel, he finds Greg in bed with a giggling, blonde floozy. (As a general rule, the film's women are broadly drawn.)

Clash of Ideals

The big idea of “By Any Means” is to pit Wayne's worldview against Greg's — essentially staging an obscenely reductive version of the debate between meeting force with nonviolent resistance and answering it in kind. But the film also wants to trace how Greg's down-to-earth temerity rubs off on Wayne, coaxing out some of his righteous rage. “You've got your gun, you've got your badge, now you need to grow some balls,” Greg tells him in a line that the audience is meant to cheer on. Another of Greg's moderately offensive eye-rollers: “I ain't shining no shoes, I'm cracking heads.”

If there's a saving grace here, it's Bratton's gorgeous filmmaking, which transforms even the most sickening or obvious scenes into displays of beauty. Working with the cinematographer Ante Cheng, Bratton makes lovely use of light. In one wide shot, dawn sunlight glances off wet pavement; in another, introducing the villains, hostile faces are cast in sinister horizontal shadows from window shutters.

Artistry vs. Ideology

The images have a subtlety sorely lacking in the film surrounding them, and leave us longing for a story more worthy of Bratton's eye. His debut feature, “The Inspection,” was a lovely, lyrical portrait of a Marine in training; its ingenuity suggests that the problems of “By Any Means” — written by Sascha Penn from a script that previously appeared on the Black List — were baked in prior to Bratton's involvement. The most fundamental of those problems is apparent from the opening scene: For a movie that purports to weigh opposing attitudes toward violence, “By Any Means” has already chosen a side.

Why It Matters

This film doesn't just present historical fiction — it presents a dangerous reimagining of history. It's not enough to be historically inaccurate; this film seems to be actively undermining the very values it claims to honor. By casting the protagonist as a violent enforcer, it reinforces outdated tropes that glorify brutality under the guise of justice.

But there's also something deeply unsettling about how the movie positions its audience. We're asked to root for violence, to celebrate it, even when it's used against those who are supposed to be fighting for truth and justice. That's not a story worth telling — or watching.

The Final Verdict

“By Any Means” is a visually stunning film with its heart in the wrong place. While Bratton's cinematography elevates every frame, the script and narrative choices are deeply problematic. It's a missed opportunity — one that could have told a compelling story about courage and conviction in the face of systemic racism, but instead offers a hollow, exploitative spectacle of violence.

Mark Wahlberg gives his all to this role, and it's easy to see why. He brings intensity and commitment, but even he can't save a film that makes a mockery of its own message. This is a case where style overshadows substance — and in the end, that's not just disappointing; it's dangerous.