Michael’s review published on Letterboxd:
Well, this worked as a nice palate cleanser of sorts after Hoop-tober.
"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse."
The first thought I had after waking up this morning was "I'm going to watch The Godfather today." This is not the first time that has happened, and I don't think it will be the last. Lots of times I'll remind myself that I want to watch a film, but never like this. Sometimes, when it's just a plain old dreary day, I'll think "I'm really in the mood for some David Lynch today," or if I see a rose or a sled, "I really should watch Citizen Kane again" will race through my mind. Lots of times, when I go out to eat I end up watching Pulp Fiction when I get home, as the scene of Mia and Vincent in the restaurant had been coursing through my mind the entire meal.
No other movie, however, is able to grab my mind instantly, without reason, in the early hours of the morning, and maintain its grip until I finally rewatch it, except for The Godfather. And every time this has happened, without fail, I have found time in my day to watch The Godfather.
As far as the actual film goes, I don't really think I need to clarify that this is a classic in every sense of the word: every attempt to communicate this would simply end up being a long string of adjectives that simply mean the same exact thing: iconic.
The Godfather is one of the most important films ever made, but it is also consistently entertaining, entrancing, hypnotizing. From the opening wedding day plea to the final hit, The Godfather is an absolute treasure of cinema, a wonder to behold. All that is required to experience this film is a copy of the movie (obviously), and a dim room. Then, simply let Coppola work his magic.
And the rest, as they say, is history.