What can be said really? The style of this film is still second to none. The editing is just...some of the most brilliant of all time really. The whole film feels like one long montage, the way scenes and vignettes flow and the music is the backdrop for EVERYTHING (and what freaking music).
Of course, when the actual energetic montage (Sunday, May 11th, 1980) happens, which we've all seen a million times, it is still completely electrifying. Just a smorgasbord of style, editing, paranoia, sweat, music and druggy sleaze.
Which brings me to another point. I've frequently heard the comment about the movie that though Scorsese was not TRYING to glorifying the mafia and crime, the movie winds up doing so. There's truth to it. Like Scarface, so many people took it as a temptation and a cool way to behave or live.
But looking at filmmaking language, that glorification and idealization happens in the first half of the film. Liotta is living a charmed life here, of course it'd seem glorified (and let's be honest, we all know Henry Hill ain't the most reliable narrator). Nice suits, beautiful houses, great cars, money, control. But as we go through the 70s, the suits get grosser, jewelry gets flashier, houses get ugly and sleazy. Everything gets decadent. Paranoia and murder and violence take over. Liotta starts resembling a sweaty corpse. The film becomes chaotic and insane. Doesn't tempt me, does it tempt you? Just great great stuff. Love that Marty.
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