White Heat (1949)


James Cagney Is Red Hot In ‘White Heat’!

Directed by:
Raoul Walsh

Written by:
Ivan Goff (screenplay)
Ben Roberts (screenplay)
Virginia Kellogg (story)

Cast:
James Cagney (Cody Jarrett), Virginia Mayo (Verna Jarrett), Edmond O’Brien (Hank Fallon / Vic Pardo), Margaret Wycherley (Ma Jarrett), Steve Cochran (Big Ed Somers), John Archer (Philip Evans), Wally Cassell (Cotton Valletti), Fred Clark (Trader Winston), Marshall Bradford (Chief of Police), Paul Guilfoyle (Roy Parker)

White Heat opens in High Sierra – a nod to the 1941 Humphrey Bogart classic directed by Raoul Walsh – where the Jarrett Mob executes a daring heist on a treasury train, making off with 300,000 dollars in government money. The stage is set for a relentless manhunt as the authorities vow to dismantle the gang and reclaim the stolen fortune.

At the helm of the Jarrett gang is Cody Jarrett, a volatile and psychopathic criminal plagued by deep-seated mother issues. James Cagney delivers a career-defining performance, infusing Jarrett with terrifying intensity and unpredictable rage.

Director Raoul Walsh, who previously collaborated with Cagney on The Roaring Twenties, masterfully guides this explosive portrayal, cementing White Heat as a trendsetter for modern crime thrillers.

The supporting cast shines, particularly Virginia Mayo as Verna Jarrett, the bubblegum-chewing femme fatale, and Margaret Wycherley as the sinister Ma Jarrett – a character whose malevolence rivals the likes of the mother character Livia from I, Claudius and The Sopranos. Cagney’s unhinged outbursts and chilling charisma make Jarrett one of cinema’s most unforgettable villains.

From its gripping opening to its spectacular, thematically resonant finale, White Heat is a relentless and timeless masterpiece. The film’s iconic line – “Made it, Ma! Top of the world!” – isn’t just Jarrett’s delusional triumph; it’s a fitting tribute to the film itself. Few movies achieve such enduring power, but White Heat stands tall among the greats.

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CODY JARRETT: “Big Ed, Great… Big… Ed. Know why they call him that? Because his ideas are big. Someday he’s gonna get a really big one, about me. It’ll be his last.”

Trivia:
The unusually close relationship between Cody Jarrett and his domineering mother was inspired by real life bank robbers Kate Barker (aka Ma Barker) and her sons.

Once Upon a Time in America


As boys, they said they would die for each other. As men, they did.

Directed by:
Sergio Leone

Written by:
Harry Grey (book ‘The Hoods’)
Leonardo Benvenuti (screenplay)
Piero De Bernardi (screenplay)
Enrico Medioli (screenplay)
Franco Arcalli (screenplay)
Franco Ferrini (screenplay)
Sergio Leone (screenplay)

Cast:
Robert De Niro (David ‘Noodles’ Aaronson), James Woods (Maximilian ‘Max’ Bercovicz), Elizabeth McGovern (Deborah Gelly), James Hayden (Patrick ‘Patsy’ Goldberg), William Forsythe (Philip ‘Cockeye’ Stein), Tuesday Weld (Carol), Treat Williams (James Conway O’Donnell), Scott Tiler (Young Noodles), Rusty Jacobs (Young Max / David Bailey), Jennifer Connelly (Young Deborah)

In the late 1970s, master director Sergio Leone turned down the offer to direct The Godfather in order to make another gangster film, this one based on the novel ‘The Hoods’ by former mobster Harry Grey. When filming was completed, the total footage ran between eight and ten hours. Leone and editor Nino Baragli trimmed it down to around six hours, intending to release the film as two three-hour features. The producers, however, rejected this idea and cut the film down to just over two hours for the American market. In doing so, they also abandoned the film’s non-linear structure, rendering the story almost incomprehensible. Unsurprisingly, the film flopped in the U.S., and Leone was left devastated.

Fortunately, a 3-hour and 49-minute version was prepared for international release, with the original non-chronological storytelling restored. Audiences overseas responded more positively, and many critics recognized it as a cinematic masterpiece. With his spaghetti westerns, Leone revealed the gritty, opportunistic side of the Old West. Here, he does the same for the American city ruled by mobsters. He strikes exactly the right tone. His sprawling gangland epic shows a world that may sparkle with a thin coat of glamour, but beneath that lies grime and plenty of it.

The narrative jumps across time, following Jewish gangster Noodles (Robert De Niro) through three phases of his life. First, his youth in the Lower East Side, where he meets his lifelong friend, the cunning but volatile Max (James Woods). In their prime during the Prohibition era, the two – along with childhood friends – rise to control a lucrative bootlegging operation. But tensions rise, and their friendship deteriorates with devastating consequences. In the third act, Noodles returns to New York as an old man after 35 years, confronting the ghosts of his past.

The fragmented screenplay may not feel intuitive, but it doesn’t need to be. The film works on a dreamlike, emotional logic. Many interpret the second half as nothing more than an opium-induced fantasy – a fugue state in which Noodles imagines a resolution, a reckoning, and perhaps a redemption that never truly came. It’s an ambiguous, melancholic meditation on memory, regret, and American myth. This is not a typical rise-and-fall gangster story; it’s about life itself. The psychological depth is extraordinary. Few films give you such an encompassing sense of a person’s entire existence: memories, pain, joy, death and, of course, love.

As with Leone’s finest work, the film is packed with haunting, unforgettable moments: Max and Noodles beaten in the alley, Noodles’ opium haze in the Chinese theater, Little Dominic dying in Noodles’ arms (“Noodles, I slipped”), and Noodles peeking through the wall at Deborah’s dance rehearsal. The art direction and cinematography render every frame like a painting, each one worthy of being hung on a wall. In that sense, this is Leone’s The Godfather.

Together with composer Ennio Morricone, Leone achieves true cinematic synergy. The film’s pacing often mirrors the rhythm of Morricone’s hauntingly beautiful score, enhancing the emotional impact to mesmerizing effect. The casting is another strength: De Niro brings nuance and reluctant sympathy to a deeply flawed anti-hero, while Woods is chillingly effective as Max. Strong supporting roles are delivered by Jennifer Connelly, Joe Pesci, Tuesday Weld, and Burt Young.

Though it may have its imperfections, Once Upon a Time in America remains a towering, influential achievement. Leone spent over a decade bringing this vision to life and it shows. It’s a shame it turned out to be his final film, but few directors could hope to end their career with something so ambitious, haunting, and unforgettable.

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NOODLES: “You can always tell the winners at the starting gate. You can always tell the winners and you can tell the losers.”

Trivia:
Robert De Niro suggested that James Woods wear a set of perfect, bright white teeth to demonstrate Secretary Bailey’s wealth and vanity. The producers balked at the cost, so De Niro paid for them himself.

Pulp Fiction (1994)


‘Girls like me don’t make invitations like this to just anyone!’

Directed by:
Quentin Tarantino

Written by:
Quentin Tarantino (stories / screenplay)
Roger Avary (stories)

Cast:
John Travolta (Vincent Vega), Samuel L. Jackson (Jules Winnfield), Uma Thurman (Mia Wallace), Tim Roth (Pumpkin), Amanda Plummer (Honey Bunny), Bruce Willis (Butch Coolidge), Ving Rhames (Marsellus Wallace), Eric Stoltz (Lance), Rosanna Arquette (Jody), Harvey Keitel (Winston Wolf)

After Quentin Tarantino’s insanely cool debut in 1992, Reservoir Dogs – which he wrote and directed – the expectations of him in movieland were quite high. Two years later he delivered. When Pulp Fiction premièred at Cannes in 1994, they didn’t know what hit them. Tarantino’s L.A.-based crime opus, inspired by the Black Mask pulp magazine, blew them all away.

The three intersecting stories that are told non-chronologically in Pulp Fiction are all amazing in their own way. The first one about two hitmen Vincent Vega (John Travolta) and Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) that have to dispose of a headless body and blood-soaked car is both mean and hysterical. The second one in which Vega takes gangster boss Marcellus Wallace’s wife Mia (Uma Thurman) out on a date (“it’s not a date!”) is druggy, cool, sensual and exciting. The third story about boxer Butch (Bruce Willis) who swindles Marcellus Wallace is romantic, ironic and twisted. The whole plot is tied together by a crazy short about a young couple in love who decide to rob the restaurant they are having breakfast in.Whether a person knows about movies or not, it is hard to miss that this is an amazingly clever movie. The screenplay is out of this world and so is the cast (5 million dollars of the 8 million budget went to the cast). The non-chronological structure to which Tarantino holds the patent is never done better. And although not his most mature, the dialogues about foot massages, piercings, TV-pilots and uncomfortable silences are unforgettable. Especially the exchanges between Vega and Winnfield are absolutely hilarious.

Of course, this being Tarantino’s early masterpiece, it contains a trainload of movie references. One could even call it his ultimate homage to cinema. But what makes it richer and cleverer than just a highly entertaining crime flick stuffed with pop-culture dialogues and references, is the biblical thread that runs through it. It is truly remarkable how the separate stories intertwine and destiny comes into play the whole time. For example, Butch and Marcellus Wallace walk into the most terrible place on earth, but it does put them square in the end. And what becomes a life changing event for Winnfield, is ignored by Vega for whom things soon end badly. All the characters get a lesson in some sort of way. Some get a second chance and some don’t. The viewer can keep looking into this and discover new things all the time. In this respect, the screenwriters did a wonderful job and justly won an Oscar for it.

The nineties was a glorious time for cinema, when surprises like Pulp Fiction would still appear once in a while. Although, we can only hope for this period to return, we can also re-live the beautiful movie experiences from the past. Like the content of the mysterious briefcase in the movie, Pulp Fiction is a treasure that will undoubtedly still be viewed and honored long into the future.

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JULES:  “Marcellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.”

Trivia:
Samuel L. Jackson auditioned for the part of Mr. Orange in Reservoir Dogs (1992), but it went to Tim Roth. Tarantino enjoyed Jackson’s work so much that he wrote the part of Jules specifically for him.

The Godfather: Part III (1990)


‘All the power on earth can’t change destiny.’

Directed by:
Francis Ford Coppola

Written by:
Mario Puzo (screenplay)
Francis Ford Coppola (screenplay)

Cast:
Al Pacino (Don Michael Corleone), Diane Keaton (Kay Adams Michelson), Talia Shire (Connie Corleone Rizzi), Andy Garcia (Vincent Mancini), Eli Wallach (Don Altobello), Joe Mantegna (Joey Zasa), George Hamilton (B.J. Harrison), Bridget Fonda (Grace Hamilton), Sofia Coppola (Mary Corleone), Raf Vallone (Cardinal Lamberto)

Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in! 18 years after the original masterpiece, Francis Ford Coppola and many of his old collaborators return for the finale of the Godfather saga. The studio was screaming for a sequel for years, but Coppola waited until he had a story he really wanted to tell. Originally he wanted to call this story; ‘The Death of Michael Corleone’.

Part III is the story of an old Don looking for redemption. Michael Corleone is no longer a gangster; he is the chairman of a corporation. He has finally achieved legitimacy, but his heart is ever heavy. This is a man getting ready for death, but he wonders if he made the right decisions in life. In Part II he had his brother Fredo killed. Now, he wants to make things right with his ex-wife Kay, his children and with God.

Redemption does not come cheap. In the deal of his lifetime, Michael wants to purchase shares in a large real estate company, owned by the Vatican, for the sum of 600 million dollars. But he soon learns that the higher he gets, the dirtier it gets. In The Godfather: Part III, the hypocrisy of the mob, the Catholic Church and big business mix perfectly. Michael feels like he can’t deal with these snakes anymore; he needs a successor. His own son Anthony won’t have anything to do with his business, but perhaps his nephew Vincent (Andy Garcia) could be the one. Or is he too much of a hothead like his father Sonny?

Like the previous Godfather films, The Godfather: Part III opens with a lavish celebration – a fitting introduction that reintroduces familiar faces while showcasing new ones. It’s a promising start, but it also highlights the film’s most significant flaw. Francis Ford Coppola cast his daughter, Sofia Coppola, as Mary, Michael Corleone’s daughter. Unfortunately, she doesn’t quite fit the role. It’s not that her acting is utterly terrible, but she lacks the presence and nuance needed for such a pivotal character. Her on-screen romance with Vincent, in particular, feels forced and unconvincing, weakening an already delicate subplot.

Despite its flaws, Coppola demonstrates once again that he knows how to craft a compelling narrative. While Sofia Coppola’s performance may undercut the impact of some key scenes, they are still powerful scenes. The beloved characters we’ve followed throughout the saga each receive fitting and meaningful conclusions. The strong sense of family – a hallmark of the series – endures, lending the film its emotional core. The cast, for the most part, is outstanding. Al Pacino brings a Shakespearean weight to Michael, portraying him as a deeply tragic figure. Andy Garcia proves to be as fierce and magnetic a presence as James Caan was in the first film. Meanwhile, Talia Shire, Diane Keaton, and Eli Wallach all deliver touching and memorable performances in their supporting roles.

The final act that plays at an opera house is one of cinematic excellence. The combination of classic Sicilian opera, the traditional bloody settling of the Corleone affairs and the ultimate tragedy that unfolds is a sequence worthy of comparison to earlier Godfather-endings. The final frames are, as always in Godfather movies, beautiful. It is hard not to shed a few tears as Michael looks back on the women of his life and then dies.

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KAY ADAMS: I came here to protect my son. I didn’t come here to see you disguised by your church. I thought that was a shameful ceremony.

Trivia:

Catherine Scorsese, Director Martin Scorsese’s mother, is one of the women that complains to Vincent in the street about the poor care of the neighbourhood. In the same year, she also appeared in her own son’s gangster film GoodFellas.