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Friday, June 1, 2007
Can someone please explain this to me?
Okay...
I have just spent my wonderful Friday night home, on the sofa, watching THE GODFATHER...
WHY?
Every guy that I know says this is a great movie... Fantastic, wonderful, insightful even... But I just don't get it... It is a long movie about a guy from Italy who gets into the mob and becomes powerful... It is long... It is dull... It is filled with name calling and violence... Did I mention that it is long? And slow...
There must be a reason why this is SO important for me to see... Why it is a fundamental tool for dealing with situations of control and power... But other than learning that if you rub your fingertips backwards across your chin while you speak with a funny voice people will think you are to be reckoned with, I just don't get it...
Course, it wasn't all bad... They wear a lot of very nice suits in the movie... And I love a man in a suit and tie... I really, really love a man in a suit and tie, especially tailored Italian wool... But not even I love looking at men in suits that much... (Did I mention that it was a really, really, really long movie? It was...)
So...
Can someone please explain this to me? Pretty please? With canolies on top? WHY is this such a great movie? What is it that I should be taking away from this cinematographic method of Friday night torture?
(Just pretend it's your daughter's wedding day and you can't refuse me? -See, I really did sit through it- PLEASE?)
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