Crime 101 (2025)

Crime 101 (2025)

Crime 101 (2025) glimmers as a heist jewel, unconfirmed but buzzing (assuming a 125-minute thriller). Picture Bart Layton directing Chris Hemsworth as Cobb, a thief planning one last score—a diamond haul—against a cop’s pursuit (Mark Ruffalo). Don Winslow’s novella, adapted by Layton (speculative), might weave cat-and-mouse with regret’s sting.

Hemsworth’s Cobb would be slick charm, his vault break electric; Ruffalo’s dogged lawman could burn, their rooftop stare-down tense. A femme fatale (TBD) might spark, adding betrayal. Cinematography—perhaps Erik Messerschmidt—could glow in neon and dusk, a score (Trent Reznor-esque) pulsing greed. Action—heist traps, car chases—would thrill, edited to tease. The film could probe ambition’s price, a 2025 riff on honor among thieves, but details stay locked.

Crime 101 is a tantalizing shadow, Hemsworth’s grit a lure, waiting to steal the screen.