I’ve already covered the greatest sequel in the world on a previous outing.
Godfather: Part II isn’t as great an improvement over the orignal as the Empire Strikes Back was, but it’s an excellent movie nonetheless, and worth the accolades.
As a story it is both educational (Organized Crime 101 in a neat two hours and change) and downright entertaining. Entertaining in the sense of being full of hard choices and even harder consequences. Coppola interweaves the two parallel plotlines well, and the film ends on a truly ambiguous note – duty and ambition having taken the toll on the Corleone family.
The second sequel of the saga, the ill-received part III, is a better film than the ravenous critical response indicates, but it does have its bad moments. Moments that are absent from this masterpiece.
Movie Monday #28: Sequel.




In Finland the concept of “take away beer” would be completely alien (and banned within minutes) – in Denmark it raised no eyebrows at all.
Finest hoarfrost in ages.
A foot, or two.
Dumped trailer, overgrown weed.
Yay,