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Scarface (1983)
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Director:
Brian
De Palma |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Crime/Drama |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
Scarface |
RUNNING
TIME
170
minutes |
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Producers:
Martin Bregman |
Screenwriter:
Oliver Stone |
Review
There's a lot of good
movie-making in this daunting 1983 epic – if you disregard the
despicable, unhumorous, miscast and overplayed title character. Directed
by Brian De Palma (fresh from
Blow Out) and written by up-and-coming
screenwriter Oliver Stone, the film is a revival and modernization of the
homonymous Howard Hawks film from 1932, only here the title character
is updated from a bootlegger to a drug lord and moved from the
Italian-American community of Chicago to the community of Cuban
immigrants in contemporary Miami. This shift is obviously done to give
the story a surge of relevance and immediacy, which largely succeeds,
especially within
the film's valid but underdiscussed political context. The film's
framework is solid, but we're never given a reason to feel anything for
the Tony Montana character. He's an immoral moralist, which
must be the least fun combo, and he's also incapable of enjoying
himself, which means we're also unable to enjoy his antics, even when
things go well for him. Part of the problem is that Pacino is not
believable as a Cuban; he cannot connect convincingly to the character's
Cuban background, and so his performance remains mimicry and posing. Only
in a few scenes in which he is drunk/stoned and apathetic does he strike
a real nerve. He is easily outshone by a fine performance by Robert
Loggia as Tony's boss and the wonderful buddy character created by Steven Bauer. Granted, De Palma does create some tight, chilling action
sequences in here, notably an early drug deal scene and a segment from
New York City. But the overchoreographed and emblematic finale is not
among them, despite its fame. With F. Murray Abraham, Paul Shenar and
Mark Margolis in interesting bit parts. The score by Giorgio Moroder is
a little bit disappointing, although the intro theme is brilliant.
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