GoodFellas — Scorsese Reminds Us the Mafia Is the Last American Dream Standing

GoodFellas: full review

Some movies change you. Others leave a scar. GoodFellas does both at once, like a drunk surgeon operating while cracking macabre jokes. Martin Scorsese doesn’t just depict the mafia in 1990—he dissects it with the precision of a coroner who enjoys his work a little too much. And the worst—or best—part? After watching it, you understand why Henry Hill would rather be a mediocre gangster than an upstanding citizen. Because deep down, we all want to feel special, even if it means ending up in a greasy apron in some shithole suburb, dreaming of the past while the DEA breathes down your neck.

The making of GoodFellas was as chaotic as the lives of its protagonists. Scorsese, fresh out of his addiction phase, decided the film should feel like a joyride with no brakes. Cinematographer Michael Ballhaus shot entire scenes handheld, as if the audience were just another thug at the restaurant table. The infamous Copacabana sequence, where Henry and Karen stride through the kitchen like they own the world, was filmed in a single three-minute tracking shot. No cuts, no breathers—just the dizzying rush of feeling like, for one night, the world is yours. Then there’s Joe Pesci, who improvised the ‘Funny how?’ scene after a real mobster told him the story in a bar. The result is one of the most chilling sequences in modern cinema, where laughter dies in your throat like a bad omen.

But GoodFellas isn’t just technique. It’s a Greek tragedy dressed up as a gangster flick. Henry Hill (Ray Liotta, in the role of his life) isn’t a hero, not even an antihero—he’s a lucky idiot. A guy who mistakes respect for fear, loyalty for submission, and love for obsession. His downfall isn’t epic; it’s pathetic, like a kid realizing Santa Claus doesn’t exist—and, oh yeah, you owe the Three Wise Men money. Scorsese films it all with a mix of fascination and disgust, as if documenting the decline of an empire that never was. Because in the end, the mafia is nothing but a mirage: a bunch of mediocre men who think they’re gods while drowning in their own filth.

And then there’s the music. My God, the music. Scorsese doesn’t use songs—he stabs them into you like knives. Derek and the Dominos’ ‘Layla’ plays while corpses rot in a car trunk. The Crystals’ ‘Then He Kissed Me’ accompanies Karen (Lorraine Bracco) as she discovers her husband’s a killer. And Sid Vicious’ ‘My Way’ closes the film like a macabre joke: Henry Hill lived life on his own terms, and look how that turned out. The soundtrack isn’t an accessory; it’s the film’s soul, a constant reminder that crime, like rock ‘n’ roll, is thrilling until you realize it’s killing you.

Direction and mise-en-scène: Scorsese as a minor god

Martin Scorsese doesn’t direct GoodFellas—he possesses it. Every frame, every camera movement, every cut is calculated to make you feel like you’re inside Henry Hill’s head. The film begins with a cold-blooded murder and ends with a joke, and in between, there are 25 years of betrayals, paranoia, and cocaine. Scorsese wields editing like a weapon: the time jumps are so abrupt they leave you breathless, as if Henry’s life were a photo album someone’s flipping through too fast. And then there are the silences. Those moments when the music cuts out and all you hear is a fork scraping a plate or the crunch of a breaking bone. Those are the instants when Scorsese reminds you that, no matter how glamorous the mafia seems, it always stinks of death.

Nicholas Pileggi’s script, based on his own book, is a masterclass in narrative economy. There’s not a single filler scene or superfluous line—every word advances the plot or deepens the characters. Yet what’s most impressive is how Scorsese makes a two-and-a-half-hour film feel like a short. The key is pacing: GoodFellas doesn’t give you time to breathe. Just when you think you’ve figured something out, Scorsese blindsides you with an unexpected twist, like when Tommy (Joe Pesci) kills a man for laughing at him in a bar. It’s not just violence—it’s humiliation. And in Scorsese’s world, the worst crime isn’t murder; it’s making someone feel small.

Performances: The cast that turned mediocrity into art

Robert De Niro was already a legend when he made GoodFellas, but here he doesn’t play James Conway—he inhabits him. He’s the perfect gangster: cold, calculating, but with a hint of vulnerability that makes him human. When he tells Henry, ‘Never rat on your friends,’ it’s not a threat—it’s fatherly advice. Then there’s Paul Sorvino as Paul Cicero, the mob boss who looks like an accountant until you realize he’s got more bodies in his closet than a graveyard. Sorvino doesn’t need to raise his voice to command respect; he just has to look at you like he knows exactly how long it’d take you to bleed out.

But if there’s one actor who steals the film, it’s Joe Pesci. His Tommy DeVito is a ticking time bomb with a schoolboy grin. In one scene, he laughs while recounting how he killed a man. In the next, he stabs a fork into someone’s hand for looking at him wrong. Pesci doesn’t act—he explodes. And he does it so naturally you forget you’re watching a movie. When Tommy kills Spider, the bartender, it’s not just a murder—it’s a reminder that in this world, life isn’t worth a dime. Not even yours.

And then there’s Ray Liotta as Henry Hill. Liotta isn’t a great actor, but that’s exactly what makes his performance so brilliant. Henry isn’t a genius or a strategist—he’s an average guy who had the misfortune of growing up in the wrong place. Liotta plays him with a mix of arrogance and desperation, like a man who knows his life is a house of cards but can’t stop playing the game. When the film ends and Henry looks at the camera to say, ‘I’m an average nobody,’ it’s not a confession—it’s an epitaph.

The best

The Copacabana sequence: A three-minute tracking shot that encapsulates everything great about GoodFellas*: glamour, speed, and the dizzying rush of feeling like the world is yours. Scorsese doesn’t show you the restaurant—he makes you feel it.

• Joe Pesci as Tommy DeVito: A psychopath with a schoolboy grin. His ‘Funny how?’ scene is one of the most terrifying in cinema history, and his death is as absurd as it is deserved.

• The soundtrack: Scorsese doesn’t use music—he weapons it. Every song is chosen with surgical precision, from ‘Layla’ to ‘My Way.’ The music doesn’t accompany the film—it devours it.

• Nicholas Pileggi’s script: Not a single superfluous line. Every scene advances the plot or deepens the characters, making the film feel like a Swiss watch: precise, relentless, and beautiful.

• The editing: Thelma Schoonmaker (Scorsese’s longtime editor) turns 25 years of life into a two-and-a-half-hour rollercoaster. The time jumps are so abrupt they leave you breathless, as if Henry Hill’s life were a photo album someone’s flipping through too fast.

The worst

• The misogyny: Karen Hill (Lorraine Bracco) is a fascinating character, but the film treats her like another accessory in Henry’s life. Scorsese isn’t exactly a feminist, and it shows.

• The rushed ending: After two and a half hours of tension, Henry Hill’s downfall is resolved in twenty minutes. It’s effective, but also a little disappointing.

The glorification of the mafia: GoodFellas* shows the horrors of organized crime, but it also romanticizes them. Scorsese doesn’t judge his characters, and that might leave some viewers wanting to be gangsters.

• The underdeveloped side characters: Figures like Frankie Carbone (Frank Sivero) or Sonny Bunz (Tony Darrow) are little more than cannon fodder. They have memorable moments, but in the end, they’re disposable.

The Verdict of Claqueta Ácida

GoodFellas isn’t just the best mob movie ever made—it’s one of the best films, period. Scorsese turned a tale of betrayal and paranoia into a work of art that’s as fresh today as it was on release. It’s violent, hilarious, terrifying, and above all, honest. Because in the end, the mafia isn’t glamorous. It’s boring, filthy, and leaves you alone with your ghosts. But damn, does Scorsese make it look good. 💀

GoodFellas: frequently asked questions

What is the rating of "GoodFellas" on Claqueta Ácida?

"GoodFellas" scored 9.3/10 on Claqueta Ácida in the review by Dr. Cinismo.

Is "GoodFellas" worth watching?

Yes. We gave it 9.3/10 (Nuclear Fusion), our rating for must-see films.

Who directed "GoodFellas"?

"GoodFellas" was directed by Martin Scorsese.

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