Hadn’t seen this in probably six years and yet I still had something like fifteen individual scenes distinctly etched in my memory. Big screen viewing was fun. Don’t think anyone really has anything novel to say about The Godfather these days—it’s multi-faceted Greatness is obvious—but I have to note that my feelings toward it remain more like respectful veneration than passionate elation, admiration rather than love, and I’m not quite sure why.