Scarface

Dream Note

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, gather 'round for the tale of the world's most catastrophic self-improvement journey. Tony Montana washes up on American shores with nothing — no money, no connections, no inside voice whatsoever — and decides that the land of opportunity could use a lesson in volume control and unrestrained ambition. He trades his immigration paperwork for a frankly unhinged side quest involving a Cuban official and a one-way ticket out of the island, and before you can say 'American Dream,' he's elbow-deep in Miami's narcotics industry. Now, most entrepreneurs build their businesses through networking, investment, and strategic planning. Tony builds his through the simple philosophy of 'remove anyone who disagrees with my business model by introducing them to my little friend.' And by little friend, I mean a firearm that could probably be seen from space. He claws his way to the top of the drug empire with the subtlety of a wrecking ball at a glassblowing convention, accumulating wealth so absurd that his house looks like a interior designer had a panic attack in a gold leaf factory. But — and this will shock absolutely nobody with even a passing familiarity with the crime genre — being the king of an illicit empire built on violence, paranoia, and substances that make you think the ceiling is plotting against you turns out to be NOT great for one's mental health. Tony's paranoia intensifies faster than a Florida thunderstorm, his relationships disintegrate like cotton candy in a monsoon, and the Colombian cartels are considerably less friendly than your average chamber of commerce. It's a Greek tragedy in pastel suits, a Shakespearean downfall scored by Giorgio Moroder, and the most iconic cautionary tale about the perils of saying 'the world is yours' without reading the fine print. Say hello to myLe beloved cinema classic.