GoodFellas
Tbh I was boycotting Gateway’s decision to only screen this film in their Wolfgang cinema, which was nothing special. I particularly dislike the lack of your own table (unlike Podium’s recliner cinema, my fave).
However, I’ve had a long day and my psychiatrist told me to do something that’s not productive; my mom and I ended up at Gateway for a rewatch of this amazing film.
I had burger sliders, a cup of vanilla ice cream, and a Coke Zero.
My mom was obsessed with Ray Liotta when this first came out. She was seated in 1990, during this film’s original release.
If straight males have their Wolf of Wall Street, I have Goodfellas!
I particularly really love Lorraine Bracco here, and I see so much of my past self in her Karen. I just get her so badly — her paranoia, loneliness, irritation, exasperation. I get Karen.
This is just an easy film to watch, and it also helps that it was a visibly apparent labor of love from Scorsese.
The dynamic camerawork does not call attention to itself, but it just creates this visual landscape that’s a pleasure to watch. I really liked that Dolly shot of Ray Liotta and Robert De Niro at the diner.
Ray Liotta was so magnetic on screen. Joe Pesci is okay, and his murder still gets me. It’s insane how volatile his character his… shame that got him a gunshot to the head. Robert De Niro is okay as well.
The costumes are all lovely I want the entire wardrobe.
This movie is just so slick and charismatic, and disdainful and scorned at the end. It’s a 140-minute ride but there is no lull (though I fell asleep at the cinema).