Engrossed in a heist movie, I found myself watching Den Of Thieves but with every five or ten minutes that passed, I had flashbacks that explained why I was enjoying it so much. It’s basically Heat. No, I’m not suffering from sunstroke, Den Of Thieves is heavily inspired by the 1995 movie starring Robert de Niro and Al Pacino. As Den of Thieves rolls up to its third act it’s essentially a carbon copy of the 95 classic.
The film revolves around an elite gang of professional robbers who are being hunted down by LA sheriff Big Nick. Not your ordinary cop as this muscle-bound no holds barred type character who takes the law into his hands to get results. He and his merry band of bearded and tattooed men set their sights on this gang to bring them to their own form of ‘justice’. After evading the cops the robbers plan their biggest heist yet: a robbery at the Federal Reserve Bank.
Big Nick is going through some troubled times so his sole focus is bringing these robbers down. Whilst the story lacks any depth on the issues that Big Nick is facing we are dealt a rather bias hand. We’re constantly focusing on the robbers, their motivations, how they came to work together and we come to care about them more as the story progresses.
Donnie, played by O’Shea Jackson Jr (Straight Outta Compton)actually becomes the lead star of the movie in my eyes rather than Gerard Butler. We focus on Donnie’s character as he is hired to become a getaway driver and is the first person that Big Nick tracks down to rat on the group. What follows is a series of action-packed sequences and 50 Cent walking around on set with not a great deal of dialogue. No doubt the director just told him to stand there, pull the ‘Get Rich or Die Trying’ face and that’s your job done for the feature. Fair play to Curtis thou (his limited dialogue aside) still looked the part and when called upon delivered in the small areas of action he took part in.
It’s this concentration on the robbers’ side of the story added to the fact that Gerard Butler and his merry band of assholes are exactly that. Assholes. I find myself compelled to root for the bad guys and as this rather entertaining flick reaches it’s dramatic conclusion I felt satisfied with what I had witnessed.