When an elusive thief whose high-stakes heists unfold along the iconic 101 freeway in Los Angeles eyes the score of a lifetime, with hopes of this being his final job, his path collides with a disillusioned insurance broker who is facing her own crossroads. Determined to crack the case, a relentless detective closes in on the operation, raising the stakes even higher.


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Boring people will call it a less good Heat dupe, but I think LA is big enough for many movies about master thieves struggling to navigate their personal and professional lives. Sleek looking picture, adored the use of reflections, the camera mounted to car doors, the sweeping LA landscapes— if anything there might be too much story, too many threads being pulled at to hammer home every one’s breaking point before wading into the waters of corruption, but never to a point of complete unraveling. And yet, when then Blanck Mass score starts to play and Hemsworth is allowed to really flex his acting prowess and Layton goes full sicko heist mode, I’m on cloud 9. Will go triple platinum at my home when it’s (hopefully) on physical.










यह साइट आपके अनुभव को बेहतर बनाने और ट्रैफ़िक का विश्लेषण करने के लिए कुकीज़ का उपयोग करती है। "स्वीकार करें" पर क्लिक करके, आप कुकीज़ के उपयोग के लिए सहमत होते हैं।