The Godfather: Part III. I had never seen the concluding chapter of this seminal film series until last night. The word I had always heard was that it was hugely inferior to the originals, yet it received seven Oscar nominations. How bad could it be?
Bad.
What a monumental letdown.
Part III feels more like a knockoff of
Sea of Love than an actual
Godfather film. Andy Garcia is no Robert DeNiro, and as an actress, Sofia Coppola is a heck of a director. The plot meanders through three excruciatingly dull hours before bringing Michael Corleone's story to an abrupt and utterly unsatisfactory conclusion. Ugh. Three hours wasted. Stick with the first two films, please.