🎃🏳️🌈 Nicholas (Nic) 🏳️🌈🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
52 Years in 52 Weeks (2022 Edition)
"Don't tell me you're innocent. Because it insults my intelligence and makes me very angry."
I wasn't sure when I would finally watch The Godfather. Maybe after reading Mario Puzo's novel or when I was in the right mindset, but watching a highly heralded and beloved classic is always intimidating. Upon learning of The Godfather screening in 4K at my local cinema, I knew it was an offer I couldn't pass on.
I don't love The Godfather as much as I wanted to. Its slow-burn requires patience and effort to get into, and it doesn't help that I saw it after an exhausting start back to university, but I see greatness within Francis Ford Coppola's somber direction, his and Puzo's captivating screenplay, and Marlon Brando and Al Pacino's dramatic performances. The solo trumpet that opens The Godfather is infused with melancholy, settling audiences into the film they're in for. Coppola presents the usual Mafia film tropes, only to deconstruct them and unfold the layers to unveil a genuine, character-driven tragedy that I eventually connected to halfway through. To reflect on how these characters transform through the ruthlessness and brutality of the Mafia world, where loyalty, family and business eventually lead to trauma, suffering, death, and morally corrupting power, hits the hardest.
There aren't enough good words for me to put into justice over how complex and devastating The Godfather is. All that's left to say is I'm finally glad I watched The Godfather, and it's definitely not my last viewing of the film.