Neil McCauley—the cold, calculated and consummate professional criminal—is on the brink of escaping the flux that consumes, drives, and defines his life. A phone call gives him a choice between his invented world of work and a new freedom of possibility. The man decides, throwing away the latter which is embodied in the woman beside him, and casts his gaze ahead as he lets himself get sucked back in.
He even knowingly smiles in a shot-reverse shot with the city highway—the portal to the flux, his true love.
From Michael Mann’s Heat (1995)
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