I know it’s long overdue, but tonight was the night I finally watched this classic remake of the 1932 version (although I haven’t seen that one either). Like most, if not all, gangster-themed movies, it ends sadly and badly for the main character. Al Pacino’s performance is riveting, I held my bladder until the end of the movie since feeling the need to pee halfway through.
Also, watching this reminded me of how money and power in excess can suck out the meaning of happiness. Yes, you have nice clothes, you eat from a smorgasbord of expensive hotel food, you don’t have to worry about paying the bills, you have cars more than your fingers and a house that’s too large for your family that does not exist, and then what? You live for nothing else, nothing more. It perfectly portrays that irony which is having everything and nothing at the same time. You can’t help but feel sorry for him. It’s baffling when people reach the top, they forget about everything that matters, when that’s the most sensible time to be grateful and adopt more humility in their everyday big living. *Sigh* But hey, the way he rocked that machine gun was such a thrill to watch. Cool death, I’ll give him that.
On the bright side, let’s be thankful that we still need things. Let our definition of everything be those things that truly matter and will truly give us joy.