It’s been a very long Easter weekend, and I have to admit, I’m exhausted. So I thought it would be a great opportunity to start crossing a few movies off my list of shame, starting with The Untouchables.
24 years later and this movie completely holds up (aside from the occasional soft jazz interlude and Sean Connery’s complete ignorance of his character’s Irish descent. I mean, if you’re going to make him Irish, and call it out, why cast his direct superior as the most Irish sounding actor in Hollywood? It’s like putting him on a Russian submarine and surrounding him with Russian actors! Oh wait…).
And that’s how good this movie is: I don’t care about any of that. And now a lot more Simpsons’ references make sense to me in the process.