Scarface

The eyes, Chico, they never lieA classic tale of going from nothing to something. Tony comes in as part of an immigrant wave, tens of thousands of Cubans big. But he leaves while floating in his villa's pool, riddled with bullet holes like swiss cheese, numb from all the coke.> *- Me, I want what's coming to me.* *- Oh, well what's coming to you?* *- The world chico, and everything in it.*That's a drastic progression, but it doesn't feel rushed with how the film funnels you in, step by step. It's things, like the opening scene, that give the viewer historical context about how Tony's story came to be. It feels realistic and like something you could actually read about in the news back in the 80s. He later morphs into a chaotic, egotistical, and destructive kingpin with all the resources in the world. And that's when you get my favorite moment in the film, where he tackles a theme that's always on my mind while seeing very rich people, either in film or real life; how are they not bored out of their minds?!> Is this it Manny? Is this what it's all about Manny? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking, snorting. Then what? You are 50, you got bag for a belly, you got tits, you need a bra, you got hair on em, you got a liver, it got spots on it and you're eating this fucking shit, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here. This what I work for?Like, seriously, there's only so many things you can do with your wealth to the point when everything loses all meaning. And I love that this film brings up this topic. Surprisingly, this film had its fair share of pretty cinematic shots. The ending is crazy. It's Tony's whole life falling apart as he killed Manny, lost Elvira, has an ongoing case, and is being hunted by the Bolivians while tripping on coke. It's grand, tragic, and poetic.> Say hello to my little friend!