Over the past bit of weeks, I’ve slowly been revisiting Michael Mann’s filmography, catching a handful of his flicks for the first time. Of those,
stands atop the pack as the director’s best.
One of Pacino’s last great performances, Crowe early in his decade-long run of acting supremacy, and the likes of Christopher Plummer and Philip Baker Hall putting up stellar supporting roles built around a riveting ‘true story’ script and Mann at the height of his considerable filmmaking talent.
It’s a classic American drama and all you could hope for from such.