GoodFellas

this movie is three hours of dudes in shiny suits yelling, eating pasta, and committing tax fraud with style ray liotta really woke up one day and said “i’m gonna narrate the most insane, chaotic, coke-snorted crime spiral of all time” and he did just that from “as far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster” to “I’m just a regular schnook now” that arc was straight up vertical these people are eating steaks while burying bodies. planning heists during wedding toasts. cheating on their wives while holding babies. the audacity is olympic-level joe pesci is like 5’3 of pure rage and violence. man blinked and someone died. every time he walked into a room i got anxious for the furniture the outfits? iconic. the soundtrack? god-tier. the camera work?? unhinged in the best way. and the last 30 minutes? absolute anxiety simulator. coke, helicopters, paranoia, meatballs, car chases, betrayal. i felt like i was being hunted by the FBI in conclusion: if crime is wrong why does it look so fun when martin scorsese does it