OTB#30: The Godfather: Part II

The Godfather Part II. Francis Ford Coppola. 1974. ⚄

I’m watching the movies on this list of the officially best movies in reverse order, and since the first Godfather movie is further up on the list, I’m watching part II first.

¡Scandalo!

But I gotta keep the blogging concept going, right? Right.

I haven’t seen any of the Godfather movies (how many are there, anyway? At least three?) since I was a teenager in the 80s. This was probably in one of those double-wide VHS boxes.

I remember absolutely zilch.

[fifteen minutes pass]

My initial impression is that this seems like a good movie? I know, I’m as shocked as you are. And then: The actors’ performances are wildly uneven. Some of them are convincing, but several of the smaller characters are done by actors so amateurish they’d be booted off of America’s Funniest Home Videos.

[forty-five minutes pass]

I’m aggressively uninterested in Mafia movies, but I’m finding this fascinating — especially after we skip back to 1917. The performances also seem to work better after we skip back. I’m not wild about the oldee-tymey colour grading (well, it was probably a colour filter so it’s all in-camera?) applied. I mean:

That’s a lot of beige. Things had colour in 1917, too.

It shows a certain lack of trust in the audience on Coppola’s side to mark the past/”present” scenes in such a heavy-handed way.

[half an hour passes]

Perhaps the reason I like this movie is that it’s not really a Mafia movie at all. It’s pure fantasy about these really intelligent people who are playing 4D chess against each other. With some killing here and there to keep it hoppin’.

And I guess the poor performances were pretty much concentrated to the first fifteen minutes? It’s all been pretty engrossing since then.

[an hour passes]

There’s bits here that seem like just bad plotting, but are couched as unknowable mysteries. Like… in Vito’s time? When that guy Fettuchini was lording it over the entire neighbourhood? And Vito asked “why?” And everybody said “because”. And then he killed him? With no repercussions? So the creamy guy didn’t have anybody to back him up? What? So why kill him then an not on like any other day?

*scratches head*

[more time passes]

OK, this movie has lost me a bit now. I was all in until the Senate hearings started, and then it lost a lot of tension, I think.

Sure. Sure. Fredo is such a Fredo.

This is the third-most highest rated movie on imdb? Well, I guess.

It won all the Oscars, but Pacino didn’t win for leading role… odd…

As you can tell from all these screenshots, I’m somewhat bored with this movie now.

Hey! It’s Harry Dean Stanton as “F.B.I. Man #1”!

The last third of the movie (which seems to go on for nine hours) is a bore. It’s like Coppola (or Puzo) thought “well, we can’t have all these impressionable viewers think that being a mobster is all fun and murder, so let’s put a divorce in here!”

As if it’s possible to care in any way beyond “yay! that fucker’s finally sad now!”

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OTB#30: City Lights


City Lights. Charles Chaplin. 1931. ⚃

Oh, wow. It’s a silent movie? From 1931? I thought Hollywood had stopped making these at least a couple years before? And everybody had hastily started converting everything into talkies?

Was Chaplin one of those people who thought that silent movies were for art and sound was vulgar or something?

Wait a bit while I pause the movie and do some googling.

Right:

Chaplin was dismissive about “talkies” and told a reporter that he would “give the talkies three years, that’s all.”

Huh:

Chaplin was nervous about the film’s reception because silent films were becoming obsolete by then, and the preview had undermined his confidence. Nevertheless, City Lights became one of Chaplin’s most financially successful and critically acclaimed works.

So I guess people in 1931 were willing to give Chaplin a chance, even if it wasn’t a talkie.

Huh squared:

In 1952, Sight and Sound magazine revealed the results of its first poll for “The Best Films of All Time”; City Lights was voted #2, after Vittorio DeSica’s Bicycle Thieves.

The list from 1952 is kinda interesting in that about a quarter of the movies are things that have sort of been forgotten…

OK, back to the movie. *unpause*

[an hour passes]

Well… this is thoroughly amusing, but I’m not sure why this was voted the second best movie, ever, in 1952.

The directors that voted for this movie are also… er… I’m familiar with one of them.

But I don’t quite get it. The film is, basically, a series of long-form skits. Sure, there’s an over-arching romantic comedy plot going on here, but the time spent on that plot is minuscule. And, yes, all the skits are solid, but it does feel like we’re watching three 30-minute films stitched together.

I laughed, I cried… but…

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OTB#37: Un condamné à mort s’est échappé ou Le vent souffle où il veut

A Man Escaped. Robert Bresson. 1956. ⚄

There’s four films by Bresson on this “officially the best” list, which is a lot? I don’t think there’s anybody with five movies, but Bresson is tied for the coveted Most Movies On The List prize with Ingmar Bergman, Federico Fellini, Jean-Luc Godard, Stanley Kubrick and John Cassavetes. Hm… In total, there’s 63 directors represented on the list…

[some time passes]

Wow, even for a Bresson movie, this is pretty stark. The acting is pared down to an absolute minimum (that is, everybody’s got their resting bitch faces on, I mean, er, engage none of their facial muscles), and the milieu is as simple as it gets (a prison), and the protagonist does a voice-over that states, in the plainest way possible what he’s doing:

It’s fascinating that something as tense and gripping could result from something this simple.

[more time passes]

But, OK, most of this movie is watching a guy do crafts (making a rope from wire, hooks to get over a wall, etc). It’s… I have to admit to zoning out on some of the scenes. Whenever there’s some, like, action happening, it’s studiously kept out of the frame.

[even more time passes]

The final sequence is marvellous, though.

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