It gave me the confidence to go on. By the third draft, the ghost of Steve McQueen was kind of off the page, so to speak. I read it, and having invested quite a bit of time myself in the script, I had a story which was mine. Their romance is complicated by a lack of trust. An art lover, he executes the perfect museum heist, making off with a Monet masterpiece.
Chemistry develops, but the two intelligent loners have trouble trusting each other.
McQueen always was best and greatest when he was down and dirty as opposed to in suits and being Mr. Suave and Sophisticated. Nevertheless, as far as I was concerned, he could do no wrong. But there are some stories, they just get it right the first time. Well, possibly maybe those two films somebody could. While revivals of plays are expected and even welcomed, movie remakes elicit shudders.