<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Peter Yates - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/peter-yates/</link><description>Latest from the Peter Yates desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2025 10:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/peter-yates/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Friends of Eddie Coyle: The Anti-Glamour Crime Film</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/the-friends-of-eddie-coyle-the-anti-glamour-crime-film/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Most crime films sell you a fantasy of competence — the perfect heist, the untouchable operator, the score that sets you up for life. &lt;em&gt;The Friends of Eddie Coyle&lt;/em&gt; sells you a man buying guns out of car boots in freezing Boston car parks because he owes people money and is too old and too tired to have any better options left. There is no glamour here, no big score, no code, no honour among thieves. There is only a low-level criminal trying to stay out of prison and slowly discovering that everyone he knows would sell him for their own advantage, because that is exactly what he is trying to do to them. It is the great anti-glamour crime film, and half a century later it remains the corrective every romantic gangster picture needs.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2025 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>