It’s all about obsessions

The Godfather

I am obsessed with things. Old films, Tumblr, research, summer dresses, doing something with my hands, men (in some sense)… I am mostly obsessed about my own awareness of being obsessed. “Obsession” is my current favorite word, because love is supposed to be pure and beautiful and when you call it obsession, you do not have to feel as bad about it. You don’t have to ask myself whether this feeling to have towards something (or someone) is pure enough to be called love.

Currently, at this very moment, I am obsessed with “The Godfather”. How can one not be? It’s possibly the best movie ever made, especially since I know perfectly well that neither Hitchcock’s movies nor “Citizen Kane” take that spot, in my opinion at least. “The Godfather” is something like the incorporation of a well-made movie: Awesome actors, wonderful style both in terms of interior décor and clothing, an intriguing story making the film feel like 1 1/2 hours rather than 3, an impressively well-placed soundtrack and of course, an amazingly hot Al Pacino. Like everybody else, I only know Al Pacino from when he was relatively old and badass looking, so I probably was caught by surprise. How in the world can somebody like that look so cute when he was young?

Apart from that, nothing. I am agreeing with the consensus here. It’s not a smart film or anything, there is nothing to analyze. Certainly the women in the film are weak and strange and kind of boring, and don’t really add very much to this film which is just oozing manliness. But I enjoyed the film so much I could totally see myself watching it again. Now I am looking forward to the second part.