⇁ Dense night, wavering streetlights. A noir vibe that would make Ryan Gosling stop for a quick coffee at the corner bakery. The Tracker glides smoothly, driver wearing a smug grin, caramel mutt alert in the back seat, everything looking like just another car commercial. Suddenly sirens slice the silence and, in the same beat, we cut to OnStar springing into action. Calm turns into chase, police closing in, the thief sweating bullets while the story slams the pedal to the floor. In this profession, we rarely get to put out a film that feels so connected to who we are, so nocturnal and intense, yet sprinkled with cuteness.
