Directed by Michael Mann, Written by Stuart Beattie
On general release from 17th September 2004
Michael Mann follows his successes with Heat and Ali
to bring us a tense trawl through the Los Angeles nightscape. By taking
the nocturnal menace of Taxi Driver and turning it up a notch,
he has created a movie that captivates the audience with a rich sensory
experience that is sleek and slick without being annoyingly caught-up
in its own coolness.
Max (Jamie Foxx) has been 'temporarily' driving cabs for twelve years,
constantly putting-off his dream of running a limousine company. It's
just another night on the job until he picks up two fares that will change
his life. Annie (Jada Pinkett Smith) is a hotshot prosecution lawyer suffering
from nerves on the eve of a big case. They strike-up an instant rapport
and he gets her number. Next into the passenger seat is lupine hitman
Vincent (Tom Cruise) for whom making a killing is just another way of
making a living. Taking Vincent hostage he makes stop after stop, picking-off
his victims amidst the blues, blacks and harsh neon lights of the big
Writer Stuart Beattie deserves great credit for his script, which crackles
and sparks in the natural-sounding exchanges between Foxx and Cruise.
Unfortunately, the ending is an implausible let-down, and there are times
when style triumphs over substance. But the visuals are worth the admission
fee alone, especially during the breathtaking choreography of a nightclub
scene. This film won't change your life, but it is a great ride.