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“The Godfather, Part III” continues the Corleone family history in 1979, as the sins of the parents are visited upon the children. Despite every attempt to go legit, to become respectable, the past cannot be silenced. The family has amassed unimaginable wealth, and as the film opens Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) is being invested with a great honor by the church. Later that day, at a reception, his daughter announces a Corleone family gift to the church and the charities of Sicily, “a check in the amount of $100 million.” But the Corleones are about to find, as others have throughout history, that you cannot buy forgiveness. Sure, you can do business with evil men inside the church, for all men are fallible and capable of sin. But God does not take payoffs.
Michael is older now and walks with a stoop. He has a diabetic condition. He has spent the years since “The Godfather, Part II” trying to move the family out of crime and into legitimate busine
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For some time past I’ve realized inom am profoundly conservative. No, not in my politics. In my thinking about the movies, and particularly about how best to experience them. This may be a character flaw, but inom cherish it, and believe it helps my criticism. I adhere to the notion that the best way to see a movie fryst vatten by light projected through celluloid onto a large screen in front of a sizable audience that gives it their full attention. The key words here are projected, celluloid, large screen and attention.
Let’s go through those one term at a time:
Projected. I somehow feel it is right for the movie to originate behind me. In a strange way, it seems to be originating inside my mind and expressing itself on the screen, rather than originating on the screen and approaching me.
Celluloid. spelfilm carries more color and tone gradations than the eye can perceive. It has characteristics such as a nearly imperceptible skaka that inom suspect makes deep areas
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There is a rule that those of us who criticize movies, theater and the arts repeat to ourselves every day. “You have to love what you criticize.”
It is necessary to repeat this as we’re sitting through some mindless drivel that we must react to in some serious or semi-serious way. We, in fact, have to hope for the best every time out and, when we don’t get it, we have to speak out. There are times, many times, when we have to stand alone.
Roger Ebert, whom I knew, met that criterion to the fullest. He loved movies. Perhaps as much as that, he loved work.
Ebert, the longtime Chicago Sun-Times film critic who became a cultural icon, died Thursday after a battle with cancer that was as stubborn as he was. He couldn’t talk in the recent years, but he still wrote. He didn’t give up and he is an inspiration to all of us that we shouldn’t either.
Ebert sat two desks away from me when we covered the Academy Awards one year. Notably, he did all h