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I would nominate Heat as the worst movie ever made, at least the worst movie of the nineties. The only enjoyment in Heat
was amalgamating all the cop and robber cliche's: its about a guy, a regular guy, whos a thief because hes good at being
a thief, he's smart and he'd love to settle down and go straight because he promised his girl who loves him, but he'd
never make it in the straight world, because he could never be a flunky to the man, besides, he can't live without the
juice, you know, the action, plus being a thief is what he does, its who he is, and he has a responsibility toward his crew, especially the black guy who has always been loyal if not a particullarly fully realized character and the fair-haired boy who reminds him of himself when he was young who's girlfriend wants him to leave the game but he can't because he's in a jam because he likes to gamble, but now he's up against a cop, a new cop, not like these other stupid flatfeet, but a smart cop, a cop who thinks like a thief, a cop who can prove he's tough by going into a bar frequented solely by black men and winning a verbal standoff, a cop who's such a rising star in "the department" that he's assigned to take down the thief's crew and simultaneously track a serial killer who, though part of the thief's crew, can only be identified with the most advanced psychological profiling though he will ultimately be caught and gunned down by the wildest of coincidences, a cop who's girlfriend loves him but realizes he's married to the department, a cop who can cynically discuss the game of cops versus robbers in a chance encounter, but
is of course so devoted to law and order that he will have to gun down the thief who is only trying to escape at The End.
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