And there’s no ignoring the entire-throttle intensity and bravura visual fashion that underpin the real-lifestyles story of small-time gangster henry hill (ray liotta) as he rises and falls via the ranks of the the big apple mob. It’s a movie of perfect moments: henry’s ‘so long as i can remember’ voiceover on the start; a breathtaking tracking shot thru the lower back rooms of a nightclub
Joe pesci’s unforgettable ‘how the fuck am i humorous?’ habitual. But it’s tough to shake the sensation that, instead like its characters, ‘goodfellas’ lacks heart. This is a tale of lousy creeps and the girls who love them, so it turned into never going to be a competition of feelgood. However the sinuous coldness of the camerawork, the viciousness of the violence and the intensity of the degradation all make it clean to respect, however hard to genuinely love. In ‘suggest streets’ or even ‘taxi driving force’, scorsese made his loser heroes relatable. In ‘goodfellas’, they’re just a bunch of well-dressed grimy rats.