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Le très attendu « Heat 2 » de Michael Mann franchit une étape décisive. Selon des informations rapportées par TheWrap, Leonardo DiCaprio et Christian Bale auraient officiellement rejoint le casting de la préquelle-suite du cultissime thriller de 1995. Les deux acteurs d’exception incarneraient respectivement Chris Shiherlis et Vincent Hanna, des personnages initialement interprétés par Val Kilmer…

Considéré comme l’un des plus grands polars de tous les temps, Heat de Michael Mann a marqué l’histoire du cinéma par son duo mythique Robert De Niro-Al Pacino. Son influence perdure, notamment sur Christopher Nolan pour The Dark Knight. Aujourd’hui, le réalisateur prépare la suite tant attendue, Heat 2, et il s’offre un casting de rêve avec Leonardo DiCaprio et Christian Bale. Un duo de stars…

Final chapter/scene: That jukebox in the Blue Room is going to be a Wurlitzer 1015, one of the OGs from the forties, but modded by Nate to play CDs.

Heat hunch #482: Eady's graphic art is riffing on the Paleolithic stencils from the Caves of Gargas.

I am only a casual jazz fan, which is my excuse for taking so long to identify the tenor saxophonist on the wall of Daniel's lounge in Collateral.

That is certainly a location for a rectangular modernist light catcher on your door frame. You have to enlarge the screenshot to tell, and I had to squint at it VERY hard, but next to the book on Dali, Eady's got a collection of Sigmund Freud.

My gut says she's from Winston-Salem, North Carolina. It's her accent, among other things — what she fills her home with, the culture and industry of the city. Mother is in the healthcare industry. Her father is, or was, a race car driver, based on the jacket hung up on the wall, and maybe that explains her unusually high risk tolerance. It also makes this moment a lot more significant:

There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell, and The moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms