I come to this movie for the first time in my mature years, and I scratch my head wondering why it's considered such a classic masterpiece. There is no variety in the mood of the film--or in the characters, which are confusingly similar to one-another in name and appearance. There's no real storyline to speak of, save for a mafia family that fights for control and kills an untold number of people to do so (and than lies about it). Even then, it's sometime hard to understand who killed whom and why, like when Mike's Italian wife gets blown up.
Brando's role is more of a caricature than a character, so much so that it has been become--pretty much unchanged--a comedy role in spoofs ever since (see Dom De Louise's cameo in Robin Hood Men in Tights, among countless others). Same for Pacino's, whose facial expression never changes throughout the movie. I guess I should give this a second or even a third chance, but I cringe at the prospect of sitting through another 2-1/2 hours of garroting, gunfire, screaming colicky babies and justabout the worst Italian stereotyping I've ever run across on a movie screen. Even the much-anticipated memorable one-liners are too few and too far between to make it worth rewatching.
I guess I've always been immune to marketing hype and the groupthink that goes with it. Perhaps that means missing out on so much about popular culture. But I'm too set in my ways to change now. So, I think I'll consider the idea of putting myself through this movie again (or its sequels, if the first one is anything to go by) an offer I very much *can* refuse.