SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd :
Loses itself in the plotting of the showdown, but even that is existentially motivated, visualized via the photo of the island - every presence lingering together, each looking for a getaway. Max, running through the desolate LA streets at 4:00 AM, finds a common denominator within the action of his own story and the ways in which his narrative takes on a cosmic weight. The macro and micro of life. When Vincent is taken for a ride by a train with no destination, it mirrors the opening of Heat in that someone always gets off while another soul departs. A roaming, celestial warm-up to the aches and thunderstorms of Miami Vice.