Synopsis
No one stays at the top forever.
In Las Vegas, two best friends--a casino executive and a Mafia enforcer--compete for a gambling empire and a fast-living, fast-loving socialite.
Directed by Martin Scorsese
In Las Vegas, two best friends--a casino executive and a Mafia enforcer--compete for a gambling empire and a fast-living, fast-loving socialite.
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the most relatable scene from this movie is the one where de niro is PISSED OFF because his blueberry muffin barely had blueberries
robert de niro walking around smoking in colorful suits, sharon stone being a queen and joe pesci screaming and attacking people is very telling of what i love about cinema
im not close with my grandparents because joe pesci set an unrealistic expectation for old people
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
the guy who gets shot just because he was holding his hero sandwich is one of the most tragic deaths in film history
My main takeaway from this viewing of Casino is in the title; it’s not “The Casino” or “Tangiers” or “Ace and Nicky.” It’s just Casino. Vegas, the mob, the massive grift, it’s all a microcosm for life.
The key sequence is early in the picture, where Ace details how a billionaire took his casino for millions and they engineer a scheme to get him back in the building by faking a broken plane. “In the casino,” De Niro says in voiceover as Ace, “the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and to keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose, and in the end, we get it all.”
That’s what they do, and in the end…
You call yourself a man? You know you're a lying, lowlife motherfucking gambling degenerate prick. You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home? I gave you money to pay the fucking rent, buy groceries, put the heat on? You know your wife called Frankie and told him the fucking heat's off? Huh? And you sitting here telling me you didn't gamble that fucking money? No? No? You didn't? Don't fuck with me Al! Don't make a fuck out of me! You wanna embarrass me, make a fool out of me, you didn't gamble? Tell me you gambled the fucking money and I'll give you the fucking money to put the fucking heat on! Did you gamble?
I want a pastel colored suit now. I don’t mean this as an insult, but this feels like every Scorsese film morphed into one. Which is amazing in some ways, it’s like the most Scorsese movie possible I don’t see much wrong with that. But it does feel, especially near the middle, like it doesn’t have a purpose and/or voice of it’s own. But again, this is only really an issue if we look at it in the context of Scorsese’s career as a whole. On it’s own, it’s a blast and honestly pretty hilarious at times. It flows really well although I will say I felt the runtime on this one more than I did with anything else he’s done. I don’t know, I had a good time. Joe Pesci is wild!