The Godfather vs Part II
It’s after midnight and I’m writing about how the first and second film compare. Having now done a lot of research into the making of the first film, which was created in a pressure-cooker environment, I believe that adversity and conflict led to a film that on several levels surpasses the sequel. This is not the general consensus. In fact, over the years The Godfather Part II (1974) has been held up as one of the few examples in filmmaking where the sequel was better than the original.
If My Mother Wasn’t Dead, She’d be 86 Today
Part of this experience of attempting to watch so many films in such a short period of time is that life goes on in other areas. My father, who was born a year before my mother, is still alive, and I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey with him, for the fifth or sixth time, last Wednesday. In fact, I’ve never seen the film without him. Any time it screens, he wants to watch it. It’s one of his favourite films. One day, I’ll have to ask him why.
My mother died twenty-nine and a half years ago, at the age of fifty-six. I’m now fifty-four. I’ve now spent way more time on this planet without her than with her. She never got meet to my wife or her grandchildren. I lift a glass of red to her and as they said many time in The Godfather films, I say, Salute.