Film

Public Enemies

Name: Public Enemies
Genre: Crime, History, Drama
Released: 2009
Cast: Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, Marion Cotillard, Jason Clarke, Rory Cochrane

Michael Mann shoots the last year of John Dillinger's life like a live wire — all digital grain, precise gunfights, and a cool, almost bored fatalism where the getaway feels more important than the getaway money. Depp plays Dillinger as a man performing his own legend even as it kills him. It's for people who want their crime pictures clinical and propulsive rather than sentimental, and who don't mind a story that already knows how it ends.

TMDb rating

6.7

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