So Robert De Niro ( Turk ) and Al Pacino (Rooster, AKA Dave Fisk )team up for the second time ever to bring the epic story.  It should have been called the memoirs of a serial killer. 

We follow the exploits of two cops who are out to get a serial killer, who leaves poems at his victims side and the films starts with Turk talking to the camera and telling who ever was holding it that he killed seventeen people.  So your the killer I thought.  The movie goes back four years back to when a rapist was acquitted for rape and they set him up in a way that eventually puts him in prison.

The movie moves to four month previous to the beginning of the film and the first killing that occurs.

I can just imagine them saying that you died on the last movie we stared in and I only think it's fair that I get to be the hero this time.  If you have never seen Heat, then the above sentence will make no sense what so ever. The thing is that through out the movie, the killer tells to all you need to know about how he thinks and his motivation for what he thinks is a righteous kill. The only trouble is that there isn't such a thing as a righteous kill.  If you kill someone out of spite, kill someone because you are being abused or raped, you are a murderer and nothing you can say or do will atone for you crime.

This is something that the killer has to learn but being the pussy that he is, chooses to die rather than face the sentence for his crime.  It is done in a way to make the audience feel for the person.  The trouble is that he is a psychopath and anything that he did or said would have been calculated.  The psycho feels nothing but to appear normal, will put on a facade of being normal when in the company of others.

This movie is OK but should not be compared to the master piece that was Heat.  That movie is a lot better than this and will never have the same feel to it.  Perhaps it is hard to look at a movie staring two of the greats of Hollywood, without comparing their last outing which was twelve years ago now.