Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
The high point of Mann’s early novelistic days. It contains worlds. Moves smoothly from high detailed description of cops and robbers existences to Mann’s usual romantic gestures. I never understand those that complained at time (and despite its current classic status early reception was pretty mixed) about the film’s many dead ends as those have always feel to me as part of its strengths. Heat keeps moving, expanding and collecting characters (my favorite has always been Haysbert ex-con) and small moments like Sizemore’s falling into the ground while trying to escape that always moves me. As far as Hollywood mythmaking goes this is near the best.