The cornerstone of the heist canon: De Niro and Pacino on screen together for the first time ever, and a downtown shootout staged with such practical precision — no score, just brass hitting real pavement — that it’s reportedly used to teach fire-and-movement. The lane exists because of this film. Thumb up, as high as the lane allows.
One hundred seventy minutes, tax waived without ceremony: a procedural about professionals being excellent at their jobs, which is the most relatable premise in cinema, itemized like an audit. Thumb up — and the rider concerning Mr. Pacino’s 1993 conduct is attached separately, costs the film nothing, and will be maintained until Denzel is made whole.