A thematically heavier, cinematically attuned picture that misses its emotional mark.

King Ivory [is] a solid riff on Sicario and a collection of almost all the cliches of Traffic (including the anti-drug crusader with an addict child) with none of the visual flair.

It’s flat, it’s grey, and it only satisfies if you want a sad, familiar mess to look down on.

Writer/director John Swab conjures a gritty authenticity, with drab, grimy Tulsa locales and frenzied, handheld camerawork.