Despite being one of cinema's most influential works, I'm not a fan of "The Godfather" – purely for personal reasons, understand. Never have I questioned its essentiality, and I certainly appreciate the revolutionary cinematic touches Francis Ford Coppola uses to bring the Corleone saga to life. Even so, it has never been one of my central, can't-live-without-it pleasures.
"The Offer," which confuses a baring-it-all origin story with a botched whale flensing, does not substantively change that. However, it deserves credit for elevating my overall esteem for "The Godfather" in one respect: At no point in all of my viewings of Coppola's epic was I ever moved to scream at random intervals, "OH MY GOD, WHO CARES?"
