Denzel Washington’s Movies Ranked, From Worst to Best

Washington is completely out of his element in this colorfully stupid sci-fi thriller in which he plays a future cop who has to track down cyber-baddie Russell Crowe, who’s playing … let’s see if we’ve got this straight: a computer simulation hybrid of various serial killers, who’s suddenly managed to become manifest in the real world. Neither can strike the right tongue-in-cheek tone to make it all work; they’re like two pieces of filet mignon cast adrift in a day-old taco bowl. Crowe smirks. Washington glowers. You can’t help but laugh.

Oof. This dreadfully shrill buddy comedy has Bob Hoskins as a racist sleazebag cop who gets a heart transplant from a black lawyer whom he tried to arrest. Trouble is, the lawyer’s ghost also comes with the heart! [Whomp whomp] Welcome to two great actors wasted in a hare-brained attempt to mix topical humor with All of Me-style physical comedy. Washington mostly phones in an ill-conceived performance: He’s cool and easygoing throughout, almost as if the film thinks making him anything else would be too troubling.

One of the worst films of the star’s career (even though it was a hit) was made at the height of his stardom and yet manages to thoroughly – and inexplicably – waste him. His Tobin Frost is a former CIA operative who went rogue, which you’d think that this set-up would give this most nuanced of actors a chance to explore some inner conflict a la Training Day (see further up this list). Unfortunately, the actor’s performance gets lost amid a mess of shaky cam and Cuisinart-inspired editing. “Safe” is not a word we’d use here.

An atmospheric possession thriller that gets increasingly dopey by the minute. Washington’s cop discovers some strange goings on in the wake of the execution of a deranged murderer that he put away. Is there a demon making its way through the city and the police force? Has it been here all along?!? The actor can always make curiosity compelling, but here, he seems hamstrung by the film’s weird tone (and that WTF last-act surprise) and despite the fact that some truly tragic things happen to him, he barely registers any emotions. We would say that Fallen is a movie that can’t get up. But thankfully for you, we won’t.

As a blind warrior-wanderer making his way through a post-apocalyptic landscape, Washington manages to do the impossible: He somehow becomes as humorless as the rest of this turgid action epic. For all his enormous talent, the actor’s one real weakness is his occasional tendency towards empty stoicism … and here’s a prime example. All the film’s derivative and reverential action posturing might have worked had it been done with even brief lapses into levity or sensitivity. The blame for that can’t be laid entirely at the feet of its star – but he sure as hell doesn’t help.

Earlier this year, Washington reunited with his Training Day and Equalizer director Antoine Fuqua for this remake of the classic Sixties Western. The actor puts his natural sense of leadership to good use as a renegade calling the shots for ragged band of gunslingers: His quiet, calculating intensity is ideal for a Western hero. The movie itself is a chaotic mess, however, and Fuqua is a better director of character scenes than he is of action spectacle. Denzel should remind him of this the next time they work together.

This controversial thriller came under fire when it was released for its depiction of Islamic extremists conducting terrorist attacks in New York. In a post-9/11 era, it’s gained an eerie, unwelcome resonance – and its depiction of innocent American Muslims herded into cages by a power-mad general is likely to color how it’s seen in the Trump era. As the FBI agent trying both to track down the terrorists and to undermine he creeping fascism of a surveillance state, Washington makes for a solid hero – a compassionate professional, heroic yet conscientious. It’s a reliable, though largely unremarkable, star turn in a not very good film … though we can’t entirely call it far-fetched as we did in 1998.

Washington also directed this inspirational period drama about a debate team at all-black Wiley College in Texas during the Depression, and his sincerity shines through in both his direction and his performance. The film is kind of all over the place – tackling segregation, debate tactics, romance, labor relations, and family conflict all at once, and often in fairly facile fashion. (His character is not only an inspirational teacher and debate coach, he’s also, secretly, a labor organizer!) He has some unusually moving moments here; a fully rounded character, however, rarely emerges.

Washington’s feature debut remains one of the straight-up strangest films he’s ever done. He plays Roger Porter, a young man who reconnects with the father he never knew; the problem is, Dad is Walter Whitney (George Segal), a well-heeled white corporate exec who’s married into a wealthy, status-obsessed family. When Walter’s secret comes out, he loses everything, father and son have to live together in “comical” poverty and misery. There’s only so much an actor can do with a part like this, but Washington does get one fantastic scene: His “You walked away from a great lady” speech near the end is, oddly enough, one of his finest moments onscreen, and an early indicator of his future glory.

Sidney Lumet’s satire-laced drama is all about veteran political operative Richard Gere, a man with a remarkable ability to shape people’s images using the most devious of tactics. (Remember the days when a politician’s image actually mattered?) Washington plays the corrupt public relations honcho in cahoots with Middle Eastern oil sheiks who are trying to get Gere to help elect their chosen candidate. He’s just there to be calm, slick, and menacing, but it’s still fun to see Denzel play a smooth corporate villain. Watching him, you can sense how this guy got as far as he did: He exudes stability even as he plots to undermine the democratic process.

Jonathan Demme’s Dubya-era remake of the classic about a brainwashed soldier who becomes a political contender is less about treasonous conspiracies and more about the modern media landscape. Washington plays the Sinatra role: a heroic veteran who served alongside soon-to-be Vice Presidential candidate Raymond Shaw (Liev Schreiber). It’s an engaging turn, though the shadow of the superior original overwhelms the proceedings.

Remember when you couldn’t go to the multiplex without tripping over a dozen or so John Grisham politico-legal thriller adaptations? Our man plays a tough-minded Washington DC reporter; he hooks up with a law student (Julia Roberts) who has inadvertently uncovered a murderous conspiracy at the highest levels of government. Their chemistry is palpable, though it’s not a role that calls on Washington to do all that much. Still, it’s nice watching these two movie stars slowly come to care for one another.

Washington is Dudley, a divine messenger who comes to Earth to help overwhelmed reverend Courtney B. Vance, but winds up spending much of his time with the man’s beautiful, much-neglected wife, played by a lovely Whitney Houston. (It’s a remake of the 1947 Cary Grant-Loretta Young fantasy The Bishop’s Wife.) Dudley may be an angel, but he’s no angel; just because he tries to save Vance’s pulpit and flock doesn’t mean he’s free of amorous tendencies. Washington is likable, though he’s playing second fiddle to Houston’s radiance – and one doesn’t need to do a lot of acting to be in awe of that.

Most actors would get handed a part like Roman Israel — a small-time, middle-aged lawyer whose worst enemies are a mercenary judicial system, an uncaring society and himself (not in that order) — and try to sand off the rough edges. Washington, to his credit, leans into the jagged bits of this flawed man with gusto; if anything, the star works double-time to make it twice as challenging to root for this sad-sack hero. A crusader who’s seen his righteous progressiveness fall out of fashion as much as his funky, ill-fitting maroon suits, Roman is a man out of time. Caught between Collin Farrell’s corporate-firm devil and Carmen Ejogo’s young, activist angel, he finally tires of “doing the impossible for the ungrateful” and makes a decision that offers a short-term sense of meaning. It will also eventually lead to his undoing. Writer-director Tony Gilroy’s story, much less his conception of this legal savant with a talent for alienating allies, is muddled, to say the least. Still, Washington fills in a lot of the blanks, showing you why attention must be paid to this eccentric whose “lack of success is self-imposed.” Roman came, he saw his ideology curdle, he lost. And as Denzel reminds you, there are thousands out there just like him. DF

Because you can’t keep a good action hero down, Washington returns as Robert McCall, the world’s deadliest Good Samaritan, in Antoine Fuqua’s sequel to his 2014 update on the old Edward Woodard TV series. While he’s driving a Lyft in Boston, an old colleague from his Defense Intelligence Agency gets into killed in Belgium — cue McCall punching lots of faces, slitting lots of throats and unleashing a lot of hell on those who’ve wronged him. As with so many franchise second chapters, the law of diminishing returns kicks in quicker than you’d like, and Washington could do this cool, calm badass act in his sleep. (Even his attempt to teach young Ashton Sanders a lesson via screaming in his face and a loaded gun feels way too familiar.) Still, the man knows how to sell this AARP-age action stuff beautifully: Put up with the abundance of dead air, and you get to hear Washington turn a line like “I’m going to kill each and every one of you, and the only disappointment in it for me is: I only get to do it once” into tough-guy poetry. DF

In an early starring role, Washington plays a British soldier posted in Northern Ireland who's discharged and returns home to a neighborhood that's falling apart. He tries to keep it together amid warring gangs and a society that has no appreciation for his service. You can see the early glimpses of Washington's later heroic characters here – the upright man in a world of chaos. This is more social drama than crime thriller, and his tender performance is its chief asset.

A father at the end of his rope (guess who?) takes part of a hospital hostage after getting screwed over by the health insurance system. These kinds of hot-button, ordinary-man-pushed-too-far Hollywood movies always traffic in histrionics that undermine their social messages, and this one’s no exception — except for the fact that Washington can sell this kind of role in his sleep. He’s truly excellent here: Watch the subtle shock his face registers as he starts committing his actions; even he can’t believe what he’s doing.

Reteaming with his Training Day director Antoine Fuqua, the actor makes his brooding ex-Special Forces an expert in slow-burn outrage; you have to admire the way he patiently bides his time until it’s time to start stabbing, slicing, and gouging out eyeballs. But to his credit, he makes the performance not just gripping, but genuinely poignant. This was a remake of the TV show starring Edward Woodward, and it’s a little too gleefully nihilistic in its violence. But watching Washington keep his cool, we sense a man who is trying to cling to his hard-earned peace for as long as he possibly can.

This serial-killer thriller is indeed silly – and it certainly has its moments. As a paraplegic NYPD forensics expert, Denzel spends most of the movie immobile and in bed. But he makes the absolute most of it, relishing the chance to give Angelina Jolie’s rookie investigator a hard time. It’s a complex character: an angry man who has given up on life, but who remains committed to the work that gives him meaning. Washington’s performance is why we end up not just understanding him, but liking him as well.

Of course we love those Denzel Prestige movies — your Glorys, your Fences, your Philadelphias — but we’ll cop to a serious weakness for Denzel Pulp, i.e. those grittier, grimier, more genre-centric films where he’s chasing down a suspect and seems precariously on the edge of losing it at all times. And Washington’s latest thriller could not be pulpier: He’s Joe “Deke” Deacon, a deputy sheriff working a small-town beat north of Los Angeles. Once upon a time, however, he was a crack homicide detective in the big city until a case involving a serial killer derailed him. When he’s asked to fetch evidence in his old stomping ground for a case, Deacon stumbles across a murder that may be tied to the One Who Got Away. Naturally, he decides to help a younger investigator (Rami Malek) track down whoever’s stalking and stabbing young women. Washington wears his characters’ weariness well here, giving you the sense that this is a seriously broken man with his share of personal demons and unfinished business; even when writer-director John Lee Hancock’s potboiler gets stuck in simmer mode, you can feel the star adding his own little éminece grise touches, especially once Jared Leto’s scenery-chewing suspect enters the picture. DF

Washington is just one member of the ensemble cast for Norman Jewison’s Oscar-nominated mystery about the murder of an officer at an African-American military camp during World War II. But he immediately stands out – as a bespectacled hard-ass whose contempt for his superiors runs deep. (Washington had also played the same part in the original theatrical iteration of this story, titled A Soldier’s Play.) In a lot of his early roles, the actor got noticed for the humanity, playfulness or compelling melancholy he brought to the parts; here, it’s his intensity that strikes you. And, without giving too much away, there turns out to be a reason for that. Essential early Denzel viewing.

Kenneth Branagh’s boisterous (and overbaked) adaptation of William Shakespeare’s comedy has one genuinely brilliant idea – casting Denzel Washington and Keanu Reeves as half-brothers. As Aragonian prince Don Pedro, the former conveys the natural ease and wisdom of a leader, while the almost-comically stoic latter actor makes for a compellingly embittered and conniving foil. On stage, Washington has done more prominent Bard roles – including Othello and Richard III – but here he’s a welcome, grounded counterpoint to the other actors’ impassioned histrionics.

Holy crap, when was the last time you watched this fever dream? Marketed as just another anonymous cop drama, this Joel Silver production is in truth a bug-nuts, over-the-top extravaganza about crazed killer John Lithgow taking revenge on the hero cop-turned-Assistant-D.A. who put him away. We’re talking white supremacist conspiracies, staged murders, doctored sex-tapes, forced-drug-addiction … the works. Oh, there’s also a scene early on where Denzel strips naked to apprehend a perp. Seriously, this is one of the lost cult movies of the 1990s. (Would it have a better our-cup-runneth-over reputation if someone gonzo like Nicolas Cage or Samuel L. Jackson had done it?) Washington strikes the right tone of cocksure bravery as it turns into bewilderment, psychosis, and rage as the movie goes through its many wild twists and turns.

In his first directorial effort, Washington gave himself the unshowy role of the Navy psychiatrist whose empathy and patience help troubled sailor Antwone Fisher (Derek Luke) overcome his many resentment and rage issues. (The screenplay was written by the real Fisher.) Washington has to do a lot of listening here, and his calmness makes for an effective counterpoint to Luke’s bravura turn. The centered quality he brings to the role of a good man enhances everybody else around him.

For this colorful, underrated action flick (based on the underground Boom! Studios comic), Washington teamed up with Mark Wahlberg to play a pair of bank robbers who are both, unbeknownst to each other, undercover: he for the DEA, Wahlberg for Naval intelligence. But the double-crosses don’t stop there. Washington, as might be expected, plays the solemn, weathered anti-hero who’s been steeped in the world of drug runners and sleazebags for a bit too long; he makes a great foil for Wahlberg’s entertainingly unhinged antics. It’s a surprisingly solid buddy movie.

A terrorist blows up a ferry filled with sailors in New Orleans. Washington plays the ATF agent investigating the attack; thanks to a secret new government technology that allows him to peer a few days into the past (!), he discovers that a woman who’s body found in the attack had reportedly died prior to the explosion. Yes, he becomes romantically obsessed with her. And then the movie gets truly ludicrous. Never mind Tony Scott’s ADD-style direction; this is one of the most vulnerable performances the actor has ever given, which helps sell the truly bizarre plot. A lot.

A high-point of the Denzel-Kills-Everybody genre, courtesy of Tony Scott. The star is a broke, alcoholic bodyguard hired to protect the young daughter (Dakota Fanning) of a rich Mexico City businessman. When she’s taken hostage, he tortures, maims, and slaughters his way through the country in order to find and punish those responsible. Washington invests this hero with real nobility, a broken man who knows he’s broken – and who finds meaning and grace in the most unexpected place, i.e. his raw thirst for revenge.

Denzel has a lot of fun playing proud, hard-ass football coach Herman Boone, who in 1971 was hired to lead Virginia’s newly-integrated T.C. Woodson high school. With white and black players distrusting each other, and a community divided, he has to find a way to win games, earn trust and get these kids to develop into young men. (You get one guess as to how it turns out.) Credit the actor for bringing just enough determination and fire to up the intensity of what might have otherwise been a soft-focus inspirational-sports family flick.

Never let it be said that the man is not dedicated to his craft: Washington shed 60 lbs. and underwent extensive training for the part of Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, a middleweight boxer who famously spent two decades in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. Even though his character spends much of the film locked in prison, the actor’s face and body seethe with emotion – anger, hopelessness, desperation, bewilderment, and sometimes even love. Washington does what he can to transcend the script’s awkward dialogue and liberal pieties; in return, he got a couple of genuinely amazing scenes and his fourth Oscar nomination.

This sprawling crime drama has Washington as the notorious Harlem drug kingpin Frank Lucas, who cornered the drug market in the Sixties and Seventies. (His secret: smuggling heroin from Southeast Asia in the coffins of dead American soldiers returning from Vietnam.) The film itself can’t overcome the pall of wan stylization that director Ridley Scott brings to it, but that’s not Washington’s fault: He does fine with Lucas’s stoic, nose-to-the-grindstone work ethic, and gradually allows the rage to slip in when things start to fall apart for him. Co-lead Russell Crowe is also quite good as the rumpled cop-turned-lawyer who brought Lucas down. It’s definitely a better pairing of these two leads than Virtuosity.

Although many now regard it as a prime example of misguided 1990s liberal piety and condescension, Jonathan Demme’s AIDS legal drama is also, let’s not forget, an extraordinarily well-made film. As the homophobic, ambulance chasing lawyer who takes on Tom Hanks’ case of a hotshot attorney, Washington lends real personality and gentleness to a character who could have easily come off as a sleazy ignoramus. The actor never hits us over the head with his character’s transformation; this man somehow remains true to himself, even as he becomes more tolerant and righteous.

An Army sergeant (Washington) investigate the death of a Huey pilot (Meg Ryan) during the first Gulf War, in order to make sure she deserves a Medal of Honor. He is effectively haunted in Edward Zwick’s Rashomon-like war melodrama. but wisely, the actor never overdoes the inner turmoil; he’s still a military man, after all. This is man who’s all low-boil fury and despair, driven to drink and obsess over his case. And then he makes that obsession our own. The power of this movie lies completely in his performance.

Who else could bring such genuine charm and casual professionalism to the part of author Walter Mosley’s famous detective Easy Rawlins? Entrusted to track down a missing woman, Easy finds himself drawn into an unexpected web of intrigue, murder, and political corruption. Washington laces his performance throughout with a sense of bewilderment – our hero is in over his head, and he knows it. But he persists. A standout: Easy’s hilarious interactions with his trigger-happy pal Mouse (Don Cheadle, a revelation), whose shoot-first-ask-questions-later ethos is as much a nuisance as a godsend.

Spike Lee smartly cast Washington to play this film’s former baller who’s briefly let out of jail so he can convince his estranged son/national high school hoops phenom (Ray Allen) to attend the prison warden’s alma mater. It’s a purposefully-ridiculous set-up, but the sensitivity Washington brings to the part of this wounded, torn man – with his combination of pride, resentment and shame – as he tries to reconnect with his son is overwhelming. Without his performance, the story might have been mired in absurdism; he turns this wild, overstuffed movie into something like a great humanist work.

Reuniting with Devil in a Blue Dress director Carl Franklin, Washington shines as a small-town Florida sheriff whose affair with a local married woman (Sanaa Lathan) leads him to do some pretty unsavory things – all of which blows up in his face when dead bodies enter the picture. Our hero becomes a different man before our eyes – from a cool, confident operator who can bend the law at will, to a desperate man who realizes he’s being framed. This is a great, underrated modern noir, and our man’s performance is one of the main reasons why.

In the last film Washington made with his longtime director Tony Scott, he’s a veteran train engineer saddled with tenderfoot newbie Chris Pine as they struggle to stop an out-of-control freight train loaded with hazardous chemicals. This is a riff on the usual late-period Denzel formula: the solid pro who’s been at this job for too long, and who has to teach a younger counterpart whom he initially distrusts. And he’s very moving here, conveying both pride in his job and bitterness at the fact that he’s clearly considered replaceable by his bosses. Also the movie is ridiculously exciting.

What is it with Denzel, Tony Scott and trains? In this flashy remake of the gritty 1974 New York subway-hostage classic, Washington plays a transit executive who’s been demoted due to a bribery scandal. He gets a chance to redeem himself when John Travolta’s flamboyantly calculating ex-cop and a team of criminals take over a subway train. Forget the often fragmented filmmaking and cacophony; Washington’s understated performance as a wounded man just trying to do his job works very well playing off against Travolta’s preening, baroque villain.

Most people credit that tear, silently sliding down his face while he defiantly endures a flogging, for winning Washington his first Oscar in Ed Zwick’s acclaimed epic about African-American soldiers in the Civil War. But as Private Trip, a rebellious and cynical runaway slave, the actor is electrifying from start to finish. He makes Trip’s contempt and his pain palpable – which in turn feeds his growing need to belong. Even though the man sows chaos, he also often seems to be the only person who sees things for what they are. It’s a star turn whether he’s a supporting player or not.

Director Richard Attenborough couldn’t quite do for martyred South African activist Steven Biko what he did for Gandhi with this apartheid-era drama, but don’t blame Washington. His Biko is wildly charismatic, playful, intelligent, even bemused – watching him as the legendary leader, it’s easy to understand why so many would be drawn to this man, and why the government would so fear him. So why, you ask, is so much of the film’s focus actually on the white journalist (Kevin Kline) who wrote the source material? (How much time do you have?) Kline, of course isn’t bad – but the movie basically dies whenever Washington isn’t onscreen. When he is, however … watch out.

Forget the Dylan reference in the title; Washington’s Caribbean police chief Xavier Quinn is a man whose trying to figure out if his best friend (Robert Townsend), suspected of murder, is guilty. The plot ambles along, and Denzel is the essence of laid-back professionalism as he deals with corrupt officials, grisly crimes, lustful housewives, and his own divided loyalties. It’s an odd, captivating little movie, with “one of those roles that creates a movie star overnight.” That was how Roger Ebert described Washington’s turn in this breezy, sexy policier. He wasn’t wrong.

The actor’s first collaboration with director Tony Scott is the best film they made together – a breathtakingly exciting nuclear thriller pitting sadistic submarine captain Gene Hackman against his rational, responsible second-in-command (two guesses). This is a great “guy” movie, pitting the by-the-book superior against the self-sacrificing, morally upstanding upstart. The two actors have a grand old time facing off against one another, and director Scott’s high style, playing up the claustrophobia of the sub, matches for all the macho bluster on display to a tee.

Spike Lee’s hit crime flick is more than a suspenseful crime drama – it’s a love letter to New York. It’s also a surprisingly powerful demonstration of Denzel Washington’s incredible range. When a group of criminals take a bank-full of hostages, a troubled NYPD detective Keith Frazier tries to negotiate the release. In fact, the whole movie is a series of negotiations – Frazier talks not just to the crooks, but also to the small army of onlookers, political officials, a mysterious fixer (Jodie Foster), and, via a series of flash-forwards, hostages after they’ve been freed. Sometimes he’s a bad cop, sometimes he’s chummy, sometimes he’s deferential. But all the while he keeps his cool, even as the situation around him becomes more desperate. It’s prime Denzel.

In one of his sexiest performances, Washington is an enterprising Mississippi carpet cleaner who falls for Sarita Choudhury’s independent-minded Indian immigrant. Mira Nair’s lush, heartfelt romance glows with humanity and desire; it puts the “passion” back in “compassion.” Denzel navigates his character’s journey – from a handsome, cool, and even slightly smug business owner to hopeless romantic – with loads of magnetism, and he and Choudhury have incredible chemistry together. Even their phone conversations smolder.

Washington had already won a Tony for playing Troy Maxson, the towering patriarch at the center of August Wilson’s play about black life in the 1950s, on Broadway in 2010; when it came time to bring this Pulitzer-prizewinning play to the screen, Denzel would end up doing double duty as an actor and a director as well. And from the moment Washington regales us with a tall tale of fighting Death to a draw, you can see how he’s building up Wilson’s working-class everyman into someone bigger than life. Maxson is a man with “more stories than the devil has sinners” — a 1950s sanitation worker who loves a good yarn, a nip of booze and his beautiful, rock-of-Gibraltar wife Rose (Oscar-winner Viola Davis). He’s also spiritually broken, suffering from a bad past, personal insecurities and the slings and arrows of being a black man in Eisenhower’s America. It’s a lot, in other words. But to watch Washington recalibrate his Troy camera instead of a crowd is to see him plumb the depths of a great theatrical role. He gives you the character’s every triumph and tragedy, the disappointments and regrets and the moments of joy, the sense of someone hiding pain and rage beneath a lot of bluster. And his exchanges with his costars (notably Davis, Stephen McKinley Henderson and Jovan Adepo) is like a masterclass in give-and-take acting. Even when the film begins to bump up against its roots as a play, Washington’s performance never feels stagy. It’s a great actor interpreting a great writer’s work and inhabiting it at the same time. DF

The actor gives one of his greatest performances as Whip Whitaker, a pilot whose heroic exploits during a plane crash wind up inadvertently revealing the extent of his drug and alcohol addiction. Outraged that anyone would dare question his actions after he’s saved hundreds of people, Whip slips further and further into anger and resentment. It’s a role that requires an impressive range, as our hero goes from confidence to denial to fear to devastation. For all the film’s amazing effects and tension – director Robert Zemeckis stages the plane crash with heart attack-inducing suspense – the real drama of this story plays out on Denzel’s face. He is simply amazing.

Not everybody knew what to make of Spike Lee’s jazz drama, about a talented but self-absorbed trumpeter split between two women and unwilling to compromise. (It was the director’s follow-up to Do the Right Thing, and a lot of people were still expecting Angry Spike.) Today, however, the film looks like a near-masterpiece: an epic meditation on love, lust, art, and friendship, all anchored by Washington’s marvelously sensual performance. The musician is a great talent, but he’s also a dog – and the actor lets us see and feel the charisma as well as the hypocrisy. Plus he also absolutely commands the stage during those rambling, improvisatory jazz numbers, in which he assumes different postures, voices, and rhythms with almost shamanic grace. This is the loosest Washington has ever been: It’s a startlingly alive and in-the-moment performance, a perfect match for a man living (and losing himself) in the now.

The film that won Washington his second Oscar is still perhaps his best-known part. As the remorselessly corrupt LAPD detective Alonzo Harris, putting rookie Jake Hoyt (Ethan Hawke) through what at first seems like the world’s worst hazing ritual, Washington keeps us constantly uncertain as to his true intentions: Is he simply teaching Jake how to survive on the streets? Does he have something more nefarious in mind? That sense of never knowing where we stand with this character makes this a riveting, high-wire act of a performance. And when Harris finally does go totally over-the-top, it’s a turn worthy of Jimmy Cagney. In the modern era, one can’t imagine anybody but Denzel pulling it off. “King Kong ain’t got shit on me!”