#28: The Untouchables — dir. Brian de Palma
I’m weird in that when people ask what is your favorite mob movie, I answer with this. I appreciate the genre. And I dig the hell out of Goodfellas, Casino, The Godfather, etc. But, man. This movie. I just don’t know how to explain it. There so much going on.
You’ve got that shootout on the steps that mimics the Battleship Potemkin Odessa Steps scene. You’ve got this brutal fucking dialogue. Of course, Mamet wrote it, so there’s that. You’ve got Sean Connery using his Scottish brogue to play an Irish cop. You’ve got such outstanding quotable lines. De Niro as Capone — people gave him shit, but my god, when he fucking wallops the Christ out of that guy with a bat.
Every death is heartwrenching or brutal. I’ve always heard the whole “save the cat” style of screenwriting. This is where I learned “fuck that cat.” They kill so many darlings. Christ, the opening scene where the little girl comes out of the bar holding the suitcase and they blow her to hell. AAAAAHHHHH! WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?!
It’s a depressing as hell movie, and it just carves your heart when it kills the people you care about. But there are still moments of savage vindication. “He’s in the car.” My second favorite time someone gets throw off a roof into an automobile.