-
1
教父
The Godfather
review by ROGER EBERT
We
know
from
Gay
Talese's
book
Honor
Thy
Father
that
being
a
professional
mobster isn't
all sunshine and roses.
More
often,
it's
the
boredom
of
stuffy
rooms
and
a
bad
diet
of
carry-out
food, punctuated
by brief, terrible bursts of violence. This is
exactly
the feel of
the
traditional
gangster
picture
and
gives
us
what's
left:
fierce
tribal
loyalties, deadly little neighborhood
quarrels in Brooklyn, and a form
of
vengeance to match every affront.
The
remarkable thing about Mario Puzo's novel was the
way it seemed to
be told from the
inside out; he didn't give us a world of
international
intrigue, but a private
club as constricted as the seventh grade.
Everybody
knew
everybody
else
and
had
a
pretty
shrewd
hunch
what
they
were
up to.
The
movie
(based
on
a
script
labored
over
for
some
time
by
Puzo
and
then
finally
given
form,
I
suspect,
by
director
Francis
Ford
Coppola)
gets
the
same
feel.
We
tend
to
identify
with
Don
Corleone's
family
not
because
we
dig
gang wars, but because we have been with them from
the beginning,
watching
them
wait
for
battle
while
sitting
at
the
kitchen
table
and
eating
chow
mein out of paper cartons.
That position goes to the
youngest, brightest son, Michael, who
understands the nature of his father's
position while revising his
old-
fashioned ways. The Godfather's role in the family
enterprise is
described by his name; he
stands outside the next generation which will
carry on and, hopefully, angle the
family into legitimate enterprises.
Those
who
have
read
the
novel
may
be
surprised
to
find
Michael
at
the
center
of the movie, instead of Don Corleone.
In fact, this is simply an
economical
way for Coppola to get at the heart of the Puzo
story, which
dealt with the transfer of
power within the family. Marlon Brando, who
plays the Godfather as a shrewd,
unbreakable old man, actually has the
character lead in the movie; Al Pacino,
with a brilliantly developed
performance as Michael, is the lead.
But Brando's performance is a skillful
throwaway, even though it earned
him an
Academy Award for best actor. His voice is wheezy
and whispery,
and
his
physical
movements
deliberately lack
precision;
the
effect
is
of
a man so accustomed to
power that he no longer needs to remind others.
Brando does look the part of old Don
Corleone, mostly because of acting
and
partly because of the makeup, although he seems to
have stuffed a
little too much cotton
into his jowls, making his lower face immobile.
The
rest
of
the
actors
supply
one
example
after
another
of
inspired
casting.
Although
Godfather
is
a
long,
minutely
detailed
movie
of
some
three
hours,
there naturally isn't time to go into the
backgrounds and
identities of such
characters as Clemenza, the family lieutenant;
Jack
Woltz, the movie czar; Luca Brasi,
the loyal professional killer;
McCluskey, the crooked cop; and the
rest. Coppola and producer Al Ruddy
skirt this problem with understated
typecasting. As the Irish cop, for
example, they simply slide in Sterling
Hayden and let the character go
about
his business. Richard Castellano is an unshakable
Clemenza. John
Marley
makes
a
perfectly
hateful
Hollywood
mogul
(and,
yes,
he
still
wakes
up to find he'll have to cancel his day
at the races).
The
success
of
Godfather
as
a
novel
was
largely
due
to
a
series
of
unforgettable
scenes.
Puzo
is
a
good
storyteller,
but
no
great
shakes
as
a
writer. The movie gives almost everything in the
novel except the
gynecological
repair
job.
It
doesn't
miss
a
single
killing;
it
opens
with
the
wedding
of
Don
Corleone's
daughter
(and
attendant
upstairs
activity);
and there are the
right number of auto bombs, double crosses, and
garrotings.
Coppola
has
found
a
style
and
a
visual
look
for
all
this
material
so
Godfather
from
a
bestseller.
The
decision
to
shoot
everything
in
period
decor
(the
middle
and
late
1940s)
was
crucial;
if
they'd
tried
to
save
money
as
they
originally
planned,
by
bringing
everything
up-to-date,
the
movie
simply
wouldn't have worked. But it's
uncannily successful as a period piece,
filled with sleek, bulging limousines
and postwar fedoras. Coppola and
his
cinematographer,
Gordon
Willis,
also
do
some
interesting
things
with
the
color photography. The earlier scenes have a
reddish-brown tint,
slightly
overexposed
and
feeling
like
nothing
so
much
as
a
1946
newspaper
rotogravure
supplement.
Although the movie is three
hours long, it absorbs us so effectively it
never has to hurry. There is something
in the measured passage of time
as
Don
Corleone
hands
over
his
reins
of
power
that
would
have
made
a
shorter,
faster moving film unseemly. Even at
this length, there are characters
in
relationships
you
can't
quite
understand
unless
you've
read
the
novel.
Or perhaps you can,
just by the way the characters look at each other.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
上一篇:医学英语常用对话
下一篇:戴尔Latitude 5285产品白皮书