In a career full of male bonding including basically everything except kissing with tongues, this is the closest and most touching moment of connection Michael Mann has made.
Pacino’s gruff cop finally gets his man, De Niro’s slick heist man shot and dying in the cold blue light of LAX, planes flying overhead and Moby’s
rising as the pair hold hands. “Cool, epic, majesterial, mournful, sublime,” you said. You were right.