There is something fundamentally bizarre about Heat 2. It’s a sequel, as its name suggests, to writer-director Michael Mann’s classic cops and robbers film, Heat, from 1995. But it’s a novel.
And let’s face it, novelisations – the products of media corporations looking to open more avenues for exploiting their product – are notoriously bad. They’re one rung above Mills & Boon in the publishing/literary hierarchy, virtually glossier versions of fan fiction.
