Well, OK. He wasn’t really my godfather but whenever I sit down in front of the television and pop the DVD in my VCR, a small part of me wishes that I too were a Corleone. The rest of me wishes that I had put the disk into the DVD player. The intricacies of the technology aside, The Godfather Trilogy is perhaps my favourite chunk of cinematic entertainment of all time.
The trilogy was not like most films centered around organized crime in that there was not really a whole lot of violence considering each film was about three hours in length. Heck, there was almost as much bloodshed at my wedding reception. And almost everyone who did get whacked (in the films, not at my wedding) deserved it — there were very few innocents killed compared to other films of this genre. All the undeserving non-combattants were women for some reason… Michael’s Sicilian wife Apollonia, the woman in bed with a man during Michael’s get-even campaign, and the prostitute that Senator Geary supposedly killed in Fredo’s cat house (frankly, I think it was a put-up job and that the good senator was set up). All in all, the violence was quite restrained.
The characters really draw you into wanting to be part of the Corleone Family, don’t they? I’m just about as meek and cowardly as they come but had Don Vito asked me take care of Sollozzo, I’d do it. Happily. And not out of fear of what would happen if I didn’t but because I would understand that if Don Corleone asked me to do it, it was just “business” and for a good reason. Also, I’m pretty sure the post-assassination party would have been wonderfully catered.
Beyond the sheer spectacle of these near-perfect films lies a message — several in fact. Here are just a few of the life lessons I’ve learned from these epic films.
What did you learn from the Godfather films? Do you have a favourite quote from one of them? Let me know!
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my lovely and talented technical advisor Simona “The Canary” Peron (she’s an authentic Italian so she’s got to have a nickname preceded by the word “the”) for her invaluable assistance in the production of this blog entry. She and I are Paesan, in as much as we both lived in the TMR suburb of Montreal when we were teens. Grazie mille!
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