I saw the remake first, and, in fact didn't know that there was an original until I did a little googling. Now, to set the record straight, the remake is incredibly different than the first, half as alluring, fashionable, and terrific, and the remake didn't have Steve McQueen. (Pierce Brosnan does not make up for this fact. They are different kinds of handsome.)
He's all fancy and clever and plans to rob banks for fun. He smokes cigars and drives his little red car thing amongst the dunes:
There he is smoking a cigar in the little red car amongst the dunes. Looking pensive and thinking about his torrid love affair with Faye Dunaway.
The seductive (for lack of a better, more sexual, yet normal word) romance between the two main characters is the central plot for this 60's cult classic. Thomas Crown, a handsomely rich billionaire/sportsman (still not sure what it is he does) plans a wildly successful bank robbery, and Vicki Anderson is flown in to solve the dastardly deed. She doesn't really follow the rules whilst solving her cases and tumbles into a romance with the man she knows is guilty. What follows is a beautifully captured, expensively maintained relationship involving many hats, cigars, and games of chess. As their love grows, so does Vicki's guilt for not turning him in.
This is when she beats him at chess and he is all bothered and has to fix his tie.
This is when they drove through a field of birds in the little red car. Just look at that head scarf.
I had a mad time taking screen shots, decided to stop kidding myself.
That is all.
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