Showing posts with label Al Pacino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al Pacino. Show all posts

Blind Spot: The Godfather

As I wrote the title of the post, I could still hear the film's opening score playing in my head. That was how intriguing the film is, that the mere mention of its title, one can conjure up Marlon Brando staring at you, his calm demeanor hiding the ruthless truth of what happens in a mafia community. With the mafia, every move is a strategy, every word a hanging threat, and every ally a service. In a glance, The Godfather shows the dealings that occur in the world of organized crime, but also exhibits the inner turmoils of the members involved in such dealings.

Merchant of Venice

*This entry is part of a mini-feature, High School Nostalgia: books-turned-movies that were discussed during my high school years.
Cast: Al Pacino, Jeremy Irons, Joseph Fiennes
Director: Michael Radford

Merchant of Venice was the first Shakespearean work that I had my hands on. It's light, and it served its comedic purpose, but had dramatic flair. To this day, Sherlock's monologue is the only speech that I can still recall. While the play is light to read and easy to take in, the same can't be said regarding the movie. Interpreted in the traditional sense, Merchant of Venice succeeds in transporting ancient Venice on screen, the flaw might have been the interpretation of the lines in itself.

Ocean's Thirteen

Cast: George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Al Pacino
Director: Steven Soderbergh

The first one: incredible. The second one: horrible. The third one: forgettable. I had been scrambling in my brain about the events that transpired in the third installment of the trilogy, feigning a single memory. That was why I decided to check out Ocean's Thirteen again, in hopes of remembering the events, and to be entertained. I did love the first one, and hoped that this was better than the second. It took some time but after a few scenes, I began to remember the details that went about. While it wasn't horrible like the second, it missed the spark of the first.