A Review of SCARFACE

Scarface is one of those movies that, after watching it, makes you want to throw away your education and take up dealing cocaine. It does a great job of glamourizing drugs and crime, and while that may not be a good thing, I think it's awesome.

Al Pacino plays Tony Montana, a Cuban immigrant who arrived during the Mariel boatlift (a genius move on Fidel Castro's part; I suggest reading about it on your own time). He and his friend Manny discover that money can be made in the cocaine industry when they are recruited by a dealer to buy cocaine from Colombian dealers. When the deal goes bad, guns are pulled and chainsaws are brought into play. I looked away for a bit of this scene, because I don't enjoy watching people lose their appendages one at a time.

Anyways, the Colombians are shot dead right in the nick of time (though not for Angel, one of Tony's partners), so Tony grabs their cocaine. He doesn't trust the dealer he works for, so he takes the coke right to the head cheese, Frank Lopez. While visiting with Frank, Tony takes a shine to his wife, Elvira (Michelle Pfeiffer).

Skip ahead a few years, and Tony has killed Frank, stolen his woman, and is now a drug lord himself. Crazy Cubans, them and their ambitions. Of course, as with every extremely powerful and corrupt figure, his paranoia takes a very strong hold on him. I won't say too much more about the movie, but I suggest you watch it and see if it doesn't make you want to become a crazed drug lord yourself.