Thief

Michael. Fuckin. Mann.  Fuck yeah. Silk shirts, Tangerine Dream, close ups, drilling montages, Tangerine Dream, James Caan, TANGERINE DREAM…  Yea yeah, diner scene this, diner scene that. We get it - it’s brilliant. But also, BOTH safe cracking scenes, the beach scene, every juicy shot of lights reflecting off the cars, and arguably THE best final 2 minutes of any film ever.  This week, I was offered a Training Contract at a law firm for when I finish Uni. That’s right - ‘the man’ trying to keep me down, drag me into capitalist servitude. Frank wouldn’t stand for that. Frank would BURN IT ALL DOWN before being owned by someone else. Like yeah I’m obviously taking the job and am totally buzzing about it but y’know, in my head I’m telling them that I am the last guy in the world that you wanna fuck with (I’m very grateful for the opportunity and will try my best).