christian di leo’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Maybe I don't give a shit. Maybe I don't remember the last time I blew my nose either. Who the fuck are you, I should remember you? What, you think you like me? You ain't like me motherfucker. You a punk. I've been with made people, connected people. Who you been with? Chain-snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers. Why don't you get lost? Go a head, snatch a purse. Come on, take a fuckin' walk."
do you ever just come to the realization that you, yourself, are a fucking idiot because you've been putting off a movie for so long and then you finally watch it and it's one of the best things you've ever seen? i came to that realization last night, after watching Carlito's Way. i'm honestly so disappointed with myself because i've seen brian de palma's iconic and first "latin-american gangster film" dozens of times but i have never seen his second outing of that genre, not even once by accident while channel-surfing the late-night tele. i've truly been missing out. this film is fucking incredible, and it may now be one of my all-time favourites, depending how i feel about it on a re-watch. de palma's direction is masterful, the tension and suspense in some scenes are out of this world. the cast is phenomenal, the soundtrack rules, the story is familiar but told so proficiently, i absolutely love everything about this film. last but not least, the man himself, mr. pacino, fucking owns this role, it's his greatest performance imo. he's electric. this is also pacino's best "just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in" movie.