Gerard Butler’s status as the king of modern trash cinema, but it’s also a shameless knock-off of Michael Mann’s “Heat.” Sure, “Den of Thieves” is grungier, scuzzier, and more nicotine-stained than Mann’s classic, but the similarities are obvious. The sequel, “Den of Thieves: Pantera,” meanwhile, is full of the elaborate heists and action set-pieces that make the original so great, but it’s most successful in carving out an individual identity for the franchise — as a worldly action opus.
“Den of Thieves: Pantera” is in no rush to put pedal to the metal, but when it does — oh boy. The standout moment arrives in the form of a high-speed car chase that was shot practically with stunt performers operating vehicles from the roof. This sequel takes its action bona fides seriously, and it’s anchored by an entertaining strange bedfellows relationship between Butler’s rogue detective, Big Nick O’Brien, and the diamond-robbing aficionado/wheelman Donnie Wilson (O’Shea Jackson Jr.).
Sadly, Big Nick doesn’t pick up any donuts from crime scenes in “Den of Thieves: Pantera” like he does in its predecessor’s greatest scene, although he does help himself to some French detectives’ croissants. Indeed, his love of baked goods is still intact, as is his fondness for drinking, smoking, swearing, and being a horndog. “Den of Thieves: Pantera” is a triumph of dudes rock cinema, and long may this property continue. All hail the trash king. (Kieran Fisher)