(Martin
Scorsese/1990/USA)
I know
people who don’t rate this flick for various reasons; taste is a
strange thing at times and each to their own but personally I
consider it near perfect. It’s one of those films that can be
enjoyed again and again and again and it’s immensely quotable too.
It is a culmination of Scorsese’s earlier style and a move towards
a more commercial and traditional narrative structure and it hits all
the marks. Liotta, De Niro and Pesci are on fire. The perfect mix of
a great script, great actors and a great director, Scorsese’s edgy
auteur leanings mesh with Hollywood big budget pomp in a glorious
rock 'n' roll tale of gangsters without ever shying away from the grim
realities of that life. The scene where Tommy’s mother, played by
Scorsese’s own mum, makes a meal for him, Henry and Jimmy is played
with such naturalness and lightheartedness, all while we are aware
of the horror in the trunk of their car, is a master stroke. You can
see that kind of natural chatting resurface as a more considered
device in Tarantino’s movies. Also the voice over technique, while
not original, is done so well its influence is evident down the line
in films like The Shawshank Redemption, Trainspotting, Memento and
Fight Club. In the context of Scorsese’s career it was a point
where everything came together and is probably his best film albeit
not my favourite of his (that would have to be Mean Streets).
(4.5/5)
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