Miami Vice ★★★★★

Professionalism against the laws of deterministic materialism. Time is luck, probability like gravity. Surviving one's spatio-temporal transit a matter of an optimised ability to adjust to conditions beyond ultimate comprehension. The elements and world echo in their movements the separate paths tread by those who occupy the bifurcation between police and criminal, with Mogwai's Auto-Rock soundtracking the antagonism between desire and fated movement: Crockett and Isabella resist their lateral separation, moving toward one another in the frame, as the trees and wind express and reflect the inexorable rift engulfing them. No gods here, only people and the ghosts of passion for a life rendered nought. Mann is, assuredly, the director of the neoliberal condition par excellence.

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