By Tobias Carroll It’s a good time to be a fan of Michael Mann’s 1995 crime epic Heat. To be fair, it’s never been a bad time to be a fan of the film in question. Combine an absurdly great cast with a director firing on all cylinders — the film’s climax at LAX is an absolute master class in how to inventively stage suspense — and you have a film tailor-made to stand the test of time. This year has brought with it a host of appreciations of the film, as well as a followup novel from Mann and Meg Gardiner, which reveals more facets of the film’s characters. Writing at Vulture, Bilge Ebiri revisi…