Have you ever hated a film the first time you saw it?
I mentioned how "Night Moves" hooked me right away, from the moment it starts with that score and the names "Gene Hackman" and "Arthur Penn" like a promise. Well, "Prizzi's Honor" was a film that I eagerly anticipated the first time I saw it, excited about the cast and the director and the reviews and when that movie ended, I was so goddamn mad at it that I couldn't see straight. I hated it.
I had this immediate near-physical reaction to it. The final shot is someone on the phone, by a window, the light from outside on their face as they talk softly. And yet an image that benign outraged me and turned me completely against the film.
Years passed and I remained steadfast in my hatred of it. If it came up, I just dismissed it completely, but to my secret pleasure, the film's reputation didn't last. The film just came up less and less, a forgotten footnote for both Nicholson and Turner, and little more than a trivia question answer for Anjelica Huston. I felt vindicated, like history felt the same way about it as I did. And when it came out on DVD from MGM Home Video, it was on a super cheapo disc with a cheap transfer. It's nothing special. It showed how little regard there was for it, just some catalog shovelware to be sent directly to the $9.99 shelves.
So I picked it up. Almost out of pity. And I watched it again.
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