Film

Scarface

Name: Scarface
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Released: 1983
Cast: Al Pacino, Steven Bauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, Robert Loggia

Brian De Palma's operatic remake of the 1932 gangster picture drags the story into cocaine-boom Miami and hands Al Pacino the performance that defines him — a Cuban refugee clawing from dishwasher to drug kingpin, then drowning in his own excess. It's loud, garish, endlessly quotable, and utterly unsubtle: three hours of raw ambition curdling into paranoia, shot in white suits, gold trim, and mountains of cocaine.

TMDb rating

8.2

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