Watching this, as part of the AFI Top 100 (10th Anniversary Edition) hardly feels like work.
Isn't that the way all these are supposed to feel?
Film 62
62. "The Godfather" (AFI Rank #2)
This film. This film. I watched this film with Julie, who had never seen it before. I must say, I was more than a little shocked that she wanted to watch this. It is my favorite film, ever, and while I think it ranks behind "Citizen Kane" in terms of historical importance, I would have no real issue if this film became regarded as the best film of all time. I would probably take a week to write this up if I went into all the reasons that I love this film. I'm going to focus only on like 3 or 4, because there are plenty of smarter opinions on this film, all over the place, if you wish to seek them. One other thing. I've included this screenshot over here, because this marks the point where I am now to the point where I'm on one screen for this list, and the Excel spreadsheet I made to help me navigate it. I'm not going to get into why it looks like that, yet, but a yellow highlight means I've watched it this year. And yes, I'm saving "Dr. Strangelove" for last - look at that final 10, and tell me that's not a fucking wonderful way to close out this project.


Reason #3. Abe Vigoda as Tessio, and his condemnation. It's a brutal scene, and it's exquisitely filmed, and exquisitely acted. I can't comment more. The resigned moment in that...Jesus. It's cold.
Acting. I've mentioned Brando. His Don, his whole persona in this, is larger than life, while being completely grounded. You can see him making choices not to overplay everything, all the time. His heart breaks, twice, in front of us, and the subtlety, the weight...it's amazing. Al Pacino is also terrific in this, as he hasn't become the caricature that Pacino became in later life. He's really acting, and his Michael is among my favorite film villains. I mentioned that I enjoy villains who have the choice to be bad. Michael has the world in front of him, and turns his back on it, and becomes even more evil than his father ever was. Ruthless, calculating, it's a wonderful character. James Caan as Sonny hits all the right notes, as does poor John Cazale as Fredo. Robert Duvall is the voice of reason throughout, and his intensity, yet distance as Tom Hagen...cold. Just cold. Diane Keaton is her least Diane Keatonesque, and makes me respect her talent, like Pacino's that much more. Keaton obviously chooses to act the way she does a great deal of the time, and that's revealed in this.
Francis Ford Coppola did not win Best Director for this. That year the award went to Bob Fosse's "Cabaret." I think, as great as "Cabaret" is, that if the Academy had it to vote on again, they'd probably go a different way. I trust they would. What we watch is an incredibly tight film, whose story and acting performances engage us from start to finish. That it is so great on top of that....well...isn't that the director's job?
One thing that I have to agree on, that came out of discussion with Julie. The plot device of Sonny coming rushing to Connie's (Talia Shire) aid...that's just not plausible. There is no way, given his in-laws, that Carlo (Gianni Russo) is regularly beating up Connie, so the only two times he does it are a set up for Don Barzini? What happens if Hagen gets a hold of Sonny before he goes screaming away in his car. What happens if Sonny takes a different route? No, that bit of film, while dramatic, and stunning, is simply implausible. Completely. There. That's a fault.

The score. It's haunting. It fits. It's as much a part of the film as anything else.
I'm going to wrap this up. I can't write more, or I'll never stop. This is my favorite film, and I will likely never change that. I didn't talk about Sicily. I didn't talk about the moment of Michael noticing that his nerves didn't even flinch when faced with a highly dangerous moment. I didn't talk about Moe Greene. I didn't talk about the baptism scene, and its bloody sideshow. I didn't talk about all the memorable quotes. I didn't talk about the last shot. There's too much here to talk about. Watch the film. Then, let's you and me sit down and discuss it, because I guarantee I can go on for HOURS about this film.
Ebert talked more generally, but I may as well print his thoughts as mine. It's here.
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