The perfect crime film?

Happy Mother's Day!
We are about to embark on an evening of Mother's Day shopping. Before we go, I thought I would share my latest film adventure.
Last night I found Jules Dassin's masterful "Rififi" at Borders.
It is fabulous. This 1955 classic details the meticulous planning of what should be the perfect crime: The heist of the contents of a diamond store's safe.
The 30-minute, wordless depiction of the robbery is famous. It deserves its fame, as it holds the viewer enthralled as the four crooks thwart ceilings, alarms and the safe. The perfect crime unravels in imperfect fashion, however, as Dassin serves up a number of surprising twists and turns.
Dassin's story is also rather famous: The American director of "Naked City" and "Brute Force" fled to Europe when he was blacklisted during the anti-Communist witchhunts.
He spent time unemployed in Paris until the opportunity to helm "Rififi" came along. All the Parisian spots he spied while wandering unemployed came to good use as locations for the film. Dassin won big at Cannes with "Rififi," and his reputation soared as many considered "Rififi" the perfect heist film.
It was one of those films that I wanted to see again as soon as it ended. I can't say that about too many films.