Matt Goldberg’s review published on Letterboxd:
Even at almost three hours, I forgot that Heat feels like a lot. There are times when it is the most crime movie ever. But I hadn't seen this one since high school, so I had forgotten most of it. What jumped out at me, aside from the thematic rhyming that runs throughout, is that it's overall about how men need domesticity or else they'll self-destruct. The entire movie isn't really about the crimes (and calling it a "heist movie" is a misnomer), but about how this cops-and-criminals dance obliterates any chance at harmony because these men are ultimately driven by violence and destruction even if they're on the opposite sides of the law.