Thursday, April 30, 2009
When I was a kid, my dad used to take us to the movies and dramas and thus he intrigued our thirst for these things. There were always some movie festivals or some theatrical dramas or somewhere to go to buy books. I remember one evening in Public Library in 1999 with my father. There was an “Oscar film Week” festival going on where I enjoyed “The Godfather” for the first time. It was the last day of the festival. We two were impatiently waiting for the movie. Of course, he saw it before; but he too was excited to watch it with me. I first read “The Godfather” when I was in class four. I read the Bangla translation by “Sheba Prokashoni” and it was scattered into 4 parts. So, I had the second part in class six and the third and forth part in class seven. I have a friend whose name was Faruque and he was a steady source of books specially which are considered “forbidden” for us. It fascinated me so much; the world of mafia seemed so charismatic; I read this book again and again. The most qualifying factor about this movie is, the cinema itself was depicted just like a carbon copy of the book; greatest adaptation ever made. Actually, nothing to analyze or discuss about this movie except for the emotions and feelings related to it. When I got into college, I managed to see the second and third part of the movie. I loved both of them but the part two is indescribably splendid comparing to the third one. Specially, The young Robert De Nero was impossibly superb. “The Godfather” is my most favorite movie and since the godfather part one, Al Pacino is my most cherished actor. No movie haunted me so much as this trilogy did. And still today this trilogy chills me and thrills me just the same.