Though popularly acclaimed for its thrillingly choreographed action scenes and the convergence of two of America’s great film stars, Heat (1995) endures because of its layered psychological matrix. Michael Mann interrogates masculinity, as performance and as ideology, across a cat-and-mouse genre template, crafting a diffuse portrait of ethical codes. This modus operandi, combined with Mann’s trademark urban hyperaesthetic—neon cityscapes; dark, empty roads; abandoned lots; dingy warehouses; underpopulated diners, all shot on locations off the beaten path—has elevated the material to classic status. It’s a basic-cable staple that’s also a richly studied, endlessly probed auteurist text. In other words, the perfect […]