Public Enemies

Friday night I saw Public Enemies, which was great and very, very Michael Mann. This was definitely a fetish movie of his. Performances were honest, terse, and matter-of-fact, and the Thompson submachine guns were properly rigged with vertical clips instead of ammo drums. Those round drums tend to jam, and were never as popular with gangsters as they are with production designers. Amazing period locations and sets were totally taken for granted with actor-centric, steadicam and handheld shooting. Michael Mann, you can play coy. We all know you're a total slut for that period shit. It's all far too specific. We see your filthy mind. Give that man a bank vault with a thousand gears, give him boxes and boxes of vintage firearms, and he pretends not to look... Sure, buddy. Sure. You were rubbing your nipples the whole damn time, and we fucking know it. Play it cool, slut. Your secret's out.

God, I love Michael Mann.