Spanning the years 1945 to 1955, a chronicle of the fictional Italian-American Corleone crime family. When organized crime family patriarch, Vito Corleone barely survives an attempt on his life, his youngest son, Michael steps in to take care of the would-be killers, launching a campaign of bloody revenge.
My feelings about this movie are weird, if we’re talking about how well it’s made from a filmmaking and philosophical and writing sense, it’s 11/10, but honestly in my opinion, from an entertainment value perspective, it’s just good, nothing to scream about from the rooftops like it so often is.
I really can’t put my finger on why I didn’t love it especially considering there’s so many things to pick apart from this movie, it really is a masterclass in filmmaking, but it just wasn’t much of a blast to watch for me.
I think I’ll have to watch it again to be able to properly appreciate it, but this is how I feel right now.
While having a reputation for its slow pace, The Godfather's performances and tense atmosphere make every scene a pleasure to watch. In the end, the duration feels just right. The film does border on sentimentalism at times, but never departs from its earnest depiction of sociopathic barbarism that masquerades itself as "honest business." The mafia is shown their true colours as backstabbing power-hungry dangerous men with no place in any civilized society-do not let their style and presentation fool you otherwise.