⇁ 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. I rarely get to sign off on a film that feels so personal, so nocturnal and intense, yet sprinkled with cuteness. Being part of this pursuit is pure joy.
