This came with all the baggage of being a celebrated “masterpiece”. Maybe that’s why I didn’t enjoy it as much as I was supposed to. The mafia plot threads are engrossing, if complicated, and
Al Pacino is terrific as Michael. Also, James Caan,
Robert Duvall and
Diane Keaton are all persuasive in their roles. However, I found
Marlon Brando slightly ridiculous as Vito Corleone. His almost indecipherable speech didn’t help (it’s obvious he has something stuffed inside his cheeks), and clarity is unnecessarily sacrificed for “character”.
Surprisingly, Francis Ford Coppola’s direction doesn’t seem especially notable. I far, far prefer the vision he brings to Apocalypse Now and Peggy Sue Got Married.
The drab, washed-out visuals are presumably deliberate, but these are another turn-off.
My loss, I know.
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