I’m with you on Scarface. One of the most ridiculous, overblown and poorly done attempts I’ve ever seen and it has a loyal and devoted following. Unintentionally comic and 100% pathetic. I had taken a date to see Greetings and Hi Mom on a double bill at the Waverly Theater. Go figure, she still married me.
I was watching James Lipton interview Al Pacino and when he mentioned Scarface the audience of Artsy-Fartsy New School students burst into applause. I could have puked, but I often feel like puking during a Lipton interview.
Cesca, Tony’s Camonte’s sister, was played by Anne Dvorak.
Yes, a genuine and exotic hottie.
Next... 300. How could such a self-indulgent and philosophically barren sack of $h1t like this become an instant classic?
Scarface was a movie that could be enjoyed if one had enough beer and a VCR to fastforward through most of the scenes.
"What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of f*&#in' @**holes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your f*&#in' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way! - (Tony Montana "Scarface")