"I believe in America. Americans made my fortune, and I raised my daughter in American fashion. I gave her freedom, but I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boyfriend, not an Italian, she went to the movies with him, she stayed out late, I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted, she kept her honor, so they beat her, like an animal. When I went to the hospital, her nose was broken, her jaw was shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the love of my life, this beautiful girl, now she will never be beautiful again. I went to the police, like a good American. These two boys were brought to trial, the judge sentenced them to three years in prison and suspended the sentence. Suspended the sentence!? They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool and those two bastards, they smiled at me! Then I said to my wife, for justice, we must go to Don Corleone..."
Don’t advice anyone to be really. Most men are pretty careless from where I’m standing. I was hit by a red car. I thought my knee might’ve been broken. All the dead men stood idly by and silently watched which is tacit complicity. They let an evil woman do so to me and they likely accepted her ‘oh my god I’m sorry are you okay’
@RealCapo88 A mafia is a type of organized crime syndicate whose primary activities are protection racketeering, the arbitration of disputes between criminals, and the organizing and oversight of illegal agreements
Academy Award for Best Actor in a Leading Role 1973 - Marlon Brando Academy Award for Best Picture 1973 - Albert S. Ruddy Golden Globe Award for Best Motion Picture Drama 1973 - Albert S. Ruddy Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay 1973 - Francis Ford Coppola, Mario Puzo Golden Globe Award for Best Actor in a Leading Role in a Motion Picture Drama 1973 - Marlon Brando Golden Globe Award for Best Screenplay 1973 - Francis Ford Coppola Golden Globe Award for Best Original Score 1973 - Nino Rota BAFTA Film Award - Best Film Score 1973 - Nino Rota Golden Globe Award for Best Film Director 1973 - Francis Ford Coppola National Society of Film Critics Award - Best Actor 1972 - Al Pacino American Film Critics Award - Best Actor in a Supporting Role 1972 - Al Pacino American Directors Guild Award - Outstanding Directorial Achievement - Motion Picture Category 1973. - Francis Ford Coppola David di Donatello Award - David Special Award 1973. - Al Pacino New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Supporting Actor 1973. - Robert Duvall David di Donatello Award - Best Foreign Film 1973. - Francis Ford Coppola Satellite Award - Best Classic DVD category 2008. American Screenwriters Guild Award - Best Adapted Screenplay (Drama) 1973. - Francis Ford Coppola, Mario Puzo That's quite an achievement👏
I really don’t care that much about it. A lot of memes are not humorous to me and I saw this meme before I even saw the movie. Never have I thought that it was funny, especially after watching the scene. But there’re far greater problems in the world than unhumorous memes😉
@@PolishGod1234 As a meme and joke yeah. Doubt most would bother to watch it and if they did then they'll probably call this boring and go back to watching Marvel Movies or something.
I would reincarnate myself just to hear this masterpiece for one more time, then I will go back to lie down and close the door from the inside. That way they would have to burry me twice which means twice the song!
When I listen that music, I dream a huge family. All of the family members are in a home with a garden. There are my kids and their kids. Little children are playing with each other or just running a point to point. My kids are talking about the cars, their jobs and life. My wife is getting busy with grandchildren. Everybody is happy. But what ı am doing? I am watching the my work. Getting proud to do the mission what I must for life. When I come the age 60 and listen again the godfather, I will see this comment and smile to the past life
@alfredomancini3710 Maybe my Italian-American father got a similar impression when he heard the music. He decided to take his 13-year-old daughter (me) and niece to see what he thought was a heartwarming movie about a big Italian-American family. Boy, did he get the shock of his life! When we got home, my mom asked, "How was the movie?" My dad said, "Oooohhhh, I shouldn't have taken the girls to see that!" Meanwhile, my cousin thought my dad was the Best! Uncle! Ever! She absolutely loved the movie and had a huge crush on James Caan. Neither she nor I were too disturbed by the violence and bit of sex at the beginning; we knew it was just a movie, and the violence was an integral part of the story.
This was played at my brother and sister-in-law's wedding reception when she danced with her father. The look on her father's face was priceless! May they both have happy lives together! UPDATE: They now have a son named Luciano.
"Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day."
Can I just note how Michael has one of the best character arcs ever in my opinion. He seems like among the very last people to become the next Godfather, but of course the character development is supreme tier, and his transformation is absolutely believable :)
The famous trumpet theme of Godfather movie embodies the character Godfather as he stands as the character is presented to us. Noble and yet emanating a sense of solitude he allows an audience in which woes or wishes will be expressed. One can’t help but wonder… how does such a figure come to possess, wield and symbolize such a power. Following such a solemn introduction, almost whimsical, the waltz unfolds. at 0:35 Light, possessing minor harmonies pulsating with the energy and feigned happiness of major tone, the trumpet isn't alone anymore. The same solemn theme accompanied by the mandolin, accordion and a doleful clarinet becomes the doorway to a complex character. This become more obvious at 1:15. Just like Tchaikovsky could juxtapose an addendum of utter sadness to song of dance and levity, the waltz reveals that not everything is what it seems. The Godfather isn't simply a man of power and means. The apex comes when the wind instruments dance in this wonderful waving of harmonies and interplay at 2:02...a doleful chant of a character who embodies a code of honor, a desire to conduct business in ways that fall within a personal code of honor, the hearsay of his past, the gifts of bilateral loyalty and a careful relationship with violence. But let's not dwell on the sadness and the sacrifice that has brought life to the Godfather. The waltz goes on, stronger, more enthralling, more entrancing, beckoning us to loose ourselves in the celebration that cloaks the prevailing darkness that fuels this said reality. at 3:31 The rhythm slows down as a reminder that for the audience it is a story that is just starting. We are unaware of the consequences of holding such a position of power, viewers blinded by shows of luxury, mafia based shows of loyalty, omerta and masculine strength. What we view from afar...isn't so or is deceptively more so than what we imagined
The Napoleonist is interesting you ask? Once a upon a time I studied classical piano performance quite intensely. what prompted this timely question my friend?
Era Aprile 1974 quando mio padre si sposò. Al suo matrimonio doveva esserci il maestro Nino Rota..(erano grandi amici) ma lui era in America a portare questo capolavoro....Al suo ritorno regalò 200 mila lire a papà ( di famiglia povera)come regalo di matrimonio..Grande uomo e grande genio della musica italiana..
Ridge Patterson Well it was the beginning of the 70's, Peta didn't even exist back then. Anyways I'm not sure about America but in a lot of European countries you can buy horse meat easily, I suppose he found the head at a butcher's or something.
Listening to this music reminds me of my father (RIP). He never missed the time to enjoy this and had watched the movie many times. I miss him so much and it's so sad.
Don't certain movies have the power to take us back to the time when we watched them with loved ones...! Certain movies remind me also of my parents, what they said, what they liked... it is very hard to loose our parents!!
"Just as I thought I was out They Pulled me back in" "Keep your Friends close but your enemies closer" "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" "Women and Children can be careless but not Men" "Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli" "A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man"
Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home on the wedding day of your daughter. And may their first child be a masculine child. - Luca Brasi
The music from godfather sounds so Mafia like. My grandpa was watching this movie a lot. This is why godfather is my all time favorite movie and game franchise. May the Corleone family live!
A song worth the movie’s caliber; a truly magnificent novel, movie, soundtrack... and so on. Godfather unites the pinnacle of acting, story-telling and music.
Skibbaaa I worked my whole life. I don't apologize to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on a string held by all those big shots.
The godfather and the godfather part || was phenomenal success my respects to Don puzo and Don Brando the music and story was amazing when I watch this I feel Italian ❤️🇮🇹 such an amazing classic!
Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, accept this as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
The three of them sat at the only round table, Sollozzo refusing a booth. There were only two other people in the restaurant. Michael wondered whether they were Sollozzo plants. But it didn’t matter. Before they could interfere it would be all over. McCluskey asked with real interest, “Is the Italian food good here?” Sollozzo reassured him. “Try the veal, it’s the finest in New York.” The solitary waiter had brought a bottle of wine to the table and uncorked it. He poured three glasses full. Surprisingly McCluskey did not drink. “I must be the only Irishman who don’t take the booze,” he said. “I seen too many good people get in trouble because of the booze.” Sollozzo said placatingly to the captain, “I am going to talk Italian to Mike, not because I don’t trust you but because I can’t explain myself properly in English and I want to convince Mike that I mean well, that it’s to everybody’s advantage for us to come to an agreement tonight. Don’t be insulted by this, it’s not that I don’t trust you.” Captain McCluskey gave them both an ironic grin. “Sure, you two go right ahead,” he said. “I’ll concentrate on my veal and spaghetti.” Sollozzo began speaking to Michael in rapid Sicilian. He said, “You must understand that what happened between me and your father was strictly a business matter.” I have a great respect for Don Corleone and would beg for the opportunity to enter his service. But you must understand that your father is an old-fashioned man. He stands in the way of progress. The business I am in is the coming thing, the wave of the future, there are untold millions of dollars for everyone to make. But your father stands in the way because of certain unrealistic scruples. By doing this he imposes his will on men like myself. Yes, yes, I know, he says to me, ‘Go ahead, it’s your business,’ but we both know that is unrealistic. We must tread on each other’s corns. What he is really telling me is that I cannot operate my business. I am a man who respects himself and cannot let another man impose his will on me so what had to happen did happen. Let me say that I had the support, the silent support of all the New York Families. And the Tattaglia Family became my partners. If this quarrel continues, then the Corleone Family will stand alone against everyone. Perhaps if your father were well, it could be done. But the eldest son is not the man the Godfather is, no disrespect intended. And the Irish Consigliori, Hagen, is not the man Genco Abbandando was, God rest his soul. So I propose a peace, a truce. Let us cease all hostilities until your father is well again and can take part in these bargainings. The Tattaglia Family agrees, upon my persuasions and my indemnities, to forgo justice for their son Bruno. We will have peace. Meanwhile, I have to make a living and will do a little trading in my business. I do not ask your cooperation, but I ask you, the Corleone Family, not to interfere. These are my proposals. I assume you have the authority to agree, to make a deal.” Michael said in Sicilian, “Tell me more about how you propose to start your business, exactly what part my Family has to play in it and what profit we can take from this business.” “You want the whole proposition in detail then?” Sollozzo asked. Michael said gravely, “Most important of all I must have sure guarantees that no more attempts will be made on my father’s life.” Sollozzo raised his hand expressively. “What guarantees can I give you? I’m the hunted one. I’ve missed my chance. You think too highly of me, my friend. I am not that clever.” Michael was sure now that the conference was only to gain a few days’ time. That Sollozzo would make another attempt to kill the Don. What was beautiful was that the Turk was underrating him as a punk kid. Michael felt that strange delicious chill filling his body. He made his face look distressed. Sollozzo asked sharply, “What is it?” Michael said with an embarrassed air, “The wine went right to my bladder. I’ve been holding it in. Is it all right if I go to the bathroom.” Sollozzo was searching his face intently with his dark eyes. He reached over and roughly thrust his hand in Michael’s crotch, under it and around, searching for a weapon. Michael looked offended. McCluskey said curtly, “I frisked him. I’ve frisked thousands of young punks. He’s clean.” Sollozzo didn’t like it. For no reason at all he didn’t like it. He glanced at the man sitting at a table opposite them and raised his eyebrows toward the door of the bathroom. The man gave a slight nod that he had checked it, that there was nobody inside. Sollozzo said reluctantly, “Don’t take too long.” He had a marvellous antenna, he was nervous. Michael got up and went into the bathroom. The urinal had a pink bar of soap in it secured by a wire net. He went into the booth. He really had to go, his bowels were loose. He did it very quickly, then reached behind the enamel water cabinet until his hand touched the small, blunt-nosed gun fastened with tape. He ripped the gun loose, remembering that Clemenza had said not to worry about leaving prints on the tape. He shoved the gun into his waistband and buttoned his jacket over it. He washed his hands and wet his hair. He wiped his prints off the faucet with his handkerchief. Then he left the toilet. Sollozzo was sitting directly facing the door of the toilet, his dark eyes blazing with alertness. Michael gave a smile. “Now I can talk,” he said with a sigh of relief. Captain McCluskey was eating the plate of veal and spaghetti that had arrived. The man on the far wall had been stiff with attention, now he too relaxed visibly. Michael sat down again. He remembered Clemenza had told him not to do this, to come out of the toilet and blaze away. But either out of some warning instinct or sheer funk he had not done so. He had felt that if he had made one swift move he would have been cut down. Now he felt safe and he must have been scared because he was glad he was no longer standing on his legs. They had gone weak with trembling. Sollozzo was leaning toward him. Michael, his belly covered by the table, unbuttoned his jacket and listened intently. He could not understand a word the man was saying. It was literally gibberish to him. His mind was so filled with pounding blood that no word registered. Underneath the table his right hand moved to the gun tucked into his waistband and he drew it free. At the moment the waiter came to take their order and Sollozzo turned his head to speak to the waiter. Michael thrust the table away from him with his left hand and his right hand shove the gun almost against Sollozzo’s head. The man’s coordination was so acute that he had already begun to fling himself away at Michael’s motion. But, Michael, younger, his reflexes sharper, pulled the trigger. The bullet caught Sollozzo squarely between his eye and his ear and when it exited on the other side blasted out a huge gout of blood and skull fragments onto the petrified waiter’s jacket. Instinctively Michael knew that one bullet was enough. Sollozzo had turned his head in that last moment and he had seen the light of life die in the man’s eyes as clearly as a candle goes out. Only one second had gone by as Michael pivoted to bring the gun to bear on McCluskey. The police captain was staring at Sollozzo with phlegmatic surprise, as if this had nothing to do with him. He did not seem to be aware of his own danger. His veal-covered fork was suspended in his hand and his eyes were juts turning on Michael. And the expression on his face, in his eyes, held such confident outrage, as if now he expected Michael to surrender or to run away, that Michael smiled at him as he pulled the trigger. This shot was bad, not mortal. It caught McCluskey in his thick bull-like throat and he started to choke loudly as if he had swallowed too large a bite of the veal. Then the air seemed to fill with a fine mist of sprayed blood as he coughed it out of his shattered lungs. Very coolly, very deliberately, Michael fired the next shot through the top of his white-haired skull. The air seemed to be full of pink mist. Michael swung toward the man sitting against the wall. This man had not made a move. He seemed paralyzed. Now he carefully showed his hands on top of the table and looked away. The waiter was staggering back toward the kitchen, an expression of horror on his face, staring at Michael in disbelief. Sollozzo was still in his chair, the side of his body propped up by the table. McCluskey, his heavy body pulling downward, had fallen off his chair onto the floor. Michael let the gun slip out of his hand so that it bounced off his body and made no noise. He saw that neither the man against the wall nor the waiter had noticed him dropping the gun. He strode the few steps toward the door and opened it.
JustA_Guy Yup, I should read it too but hey, I have tons of books to read :D Sometimes it is worth to watch the movie. You know it's art after all, but reading always is good.
If you don't have time to read it, try getting the audio book. I've listened to the whole thing twice already. It's narrated by Joe Mantegna, which is another plus. He played Joey Zasa in the Godfather Part III and he does the voice of Fat Tony in the Simpsons.
SoloVicky y ya I won't read it bot I can't because i can't understand English 100% and no Translation to my language (Arabic) i searching every were I didn't fond it 😩😞
As a musical, as a crime thriller, as a mafia story, as a family story, as a love story, as a tragedy, as a dialogue based story, in terms of ground-breaking acting, in terms of cinematography, in terms of lighting, in terms of camera setup, in terms of direction- The Godfather is the best movie ever made in the history of worldwide cinema. If you argue on that, you're not a real man and you should spend time with your family.
You can feel the sense of corruption and power, like if you’re in an important situation that involves societal topics that are dark and real. No regular people, only people who know things, who are sophisticated
Rodolfo que Dios te lo haya concedido, y que te conceda las ganas, la salud, el amor, la pasión para que continues tus estudios hasta el final y nuevamente bailes este inmortal vals al lado de tu Sra madre. Saludos
