As someone who watches an exorbitant number of movies every year, revisiting THE GODFATHER nearly 50 years after its release is a reminder — refreshing for casual viewers, and no doubt terrifying for wannabe filmmakers — of the artistic potential of the medium. At nearly three hours long, The Godfather is long, but feels fast; epic in scope, but not especially difficult to follow; and somehow both surprising and satisfying, a narrative accomplishment that a vanishingly small percentage of films can claim. Praising it is neither brave nor novel. But it is right. If you’ll forgive the triteness, it’s apropos that the first half hour of this film takes place at a wedding, because movies are like marriages, albeit with several hundred people standing on the cake. The Godfather, in 1972 and today, is an incredible unification of creative professionals at the top of their game.